I've been especially enamored with solo piano music and poetry these days. It seems I've been following an unmarked path that keeps opening to me, and shedding bright rays on my steps. I read of an artist that spoke of his creations as rooms within a house, and each embellishment as his arm chair, couch, or tapestry. With each stroke he leads us through the home that resides in his heart. His love is shed abroad through his music, and emotion imbued through each hammer's touch; I suppose I am coming to resound with him more deeply with each passing day, and this blog finds its dawning for satisfaction of this want. Created in the image of my Maker, it is most natural to create, and my heart desires ever so deeply to connect with my fellow man in this pain-stricken and God-forsaken world. I endeavor to navigate the paper thin walls that envelop my heart, and perhaps touch on the shades of another. I yearn to give voice to the human ache for the divine. I cry out to be satisfied by the only One who can, and I cry out loud for all who want to hear. "O God, You are my God; I shall seek You earnestly; My soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You, In a dry and weary land where there is no water." (Ps. 63:1)