Stars fall slowly, in time and space. They are bright in just one moment trailing through the open night sky until they are gone from view never to be seen again.

Light dances, on moving waves. Rolling and rippling one replacing the next and never the same as the last

Music moves us, in a million ways. One song heard by a thousand hearts or just by one, yet is never heard the same way twice.



We are but moments.

Lighting up the sky.

We are but waves.

Moving across open seas.

We are but melodies.

Hoping to be heard.