I want to build a home.
The one I can get away from,
to explore and search for notes
hidden in the corners of human mind
or my heart – depends on what rules.
I want to grow that place of comfort,
with a garden I can throw in fresh seeds
of musical ideas, to nurture into songs.
add space, add wonder, add emptiness;
and then fill it, tune by tune, with love.
When I am lost, exhausted
burnt out of life’s demands
I’ll find refuge amidst those walls
built on the foundation of lessons,
which even if I lost all my memory,
will not be forgotten.