Of echos and Age.

I think of anyone, musicians have a past life; channeling each memory to echo in their melodies

Let me be your melody.

As youth sings, there are endless dreams of wild opportunities open an allowing, but when time takes it's turn, what becomes of the motivation to sing, to move another human? I'd like to think it would purely become soul; love for the freedom and peace for the being. Just to be immersed.