My first love has come to greet the sum of the creation from the soul maybe whimsical. Music imprisons senses while toppling fences of the chosen few that are known to have flown. Where have you gone my love so strong living in the songs that carry one on into the dawn? Music shows the way on any given day that changes from January to May and Monday to today. Come with me to listen before it’s forbidden to think, or sing or even compose to the picture shows. Let the music live free with your creativity and the humanity in this new century. Come with me. Live and love the music without the cryptic into real language that moves tides of all on the side. Come with me. Come with me. T.M. Prada Copyright 2013 *As a child music kept me enthralled and happy. I would sing even when others thought it wrong. I even sing in my dreams. Music and creation are so much of who I am. Let me know if music effects you in this way also.