The perfect calm of early morning silence.
The symphony nature produces when uninterrupted by mundane talk.
The divinity of mundane talk when murmured by a good companion.
The jingle behind authentic laughter.
Capable, wise discussions between intuition and knowledge – and nobody else.
Unending echoes of the triumphant roar after defeating demons.
Confidence; she’s loud.
Perspectives, as overlapping melodies, clashing or harmonizing, but always real.
Right Now, over the clamor of Before and Later.
My own voice.