Essay: Morning Notation

Music, the most mysterious form of time & the century still unfolding its new wings.

I woke this morning without foundation or purpose–which is music itself.

There are whole moments when you get to live in a lucid paradise. 

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto