The beginning

​It was weathered, an old song washing over an arid desert, my body, filling my soul, an unexpected lullaby. It was a trance, bringing me into a state of remembering. I walked home that night and slipped into a dream within a dream where the music continued. I felt its vital rhythms in my veins, coursing through me in my sleep. And for the first time, it kept me connected to that natural mystic. At dawn, I woke to a clap ….. silence.