Welcome

Where stories sleep in paper halls, I hear their echoes soft as rain, and gently lift

their fading calls to let them breathe in song again. For this is where the tales revive

in melodies and painted light, not merely shown or just alive, but felt within

the heart's true sight. No book retold in rigid lines, no story caged in

ink alone, but souls of worlds the music finds, and shapes into a voice its own.

If comfort stirs or peace appears, or wonder finds its way to you, then know that through

your listening years, this little dream is blooming, too. My eyes see less

of what is near, yet more of what the heart can show, and so each work I craft with care