Nay, nay, bloody crane
Suffering is not here to stay
Nay, nay, crane of life
Harming you is struggle to strife.
Lives come, and lives told… 139 more words
Welcome to my simplistic, imaginative & musically inclined opus ( artistic work); you can call me Anale.
I am no formally trained musician; in fact I am convinced that there are times where I spend more time with my head in the clouds, daydreaming, than actually creating music. 114 more words
I crouched on a metal bridge to record its vibrations as a mountain stream flowed quickly underneath. I had already attempted to record here a number of times, each venture thwarted by freezing cold winds that made the process too uncomfortable to set up the recording equipment. 122 more words