Musically Speaking

There are two kinds of people in the world: Those who breathe music, and those who don't.

Flame in the Dark

In the deepest of dark, echoes the beat of a heart...

Have you ever thought anything was written for you?

In the wake of the cerulean sky...

Somewhere, between the dreamer and certainty, Fate unfolds.

My dearest diary, I come again in darkness...

I had a dream last night...

In the aftermath of silence, I still seek your name...

...I thought I'd try to connect four Irish-related things in my house.

"I really can't believe you're doing this."