Life - it is, it leaves, we face it, ignore it , and live it.
Great loss is just that which words cannot faintly fathom.
Our language - all languages - have wordy nuances by the millions to describe loss, love, pathos...all fragile human turmoils.
But none come close to the ache of our passions.
Music tickles the soul of our elation and despair,
Surrounding us as we reach toward it with the sheer naked, raw desire
And it caressingly enfolds us in all aspects of our "self",
