Calosha Gomes

Music always has a way to get emotions on an open platter, while I am with my eyes closed, knowing full well its presence.

Sit still and let them type on a notepad, not knowing the direction or the angle or the dimension it is willing to move in. The absence of knowing the full context, as I type on.

The freedom of just letting it take a shape of its own. Music has a way to unlock that closed surface. Each time it’s different; the feeling never produces the same output twice.

And I wonder why, each time I re-read. Because no two moments in life were the same. The new year has a fresh smell of roses and opportunities I could have never dreamed of.

Every word is a representation of what I have lived, also what I want to live. Manifest and grateful in the same stroke of pencil.