Because music was there before I knew what God meant.Before I knew how to pray, I hummed lullabies to the moon. It was my secret language when the world was too loud— a place to go. When I had nowhere to go. I didn’t need permission to fall. I didn’t need...

Hasta Luego, Puerto VallartaI don’t say goodbye—(Not to you, sweet Vallarta…)I say hasta luego.Because goodbye feels like a door closing—And you?You live… in every open window of my soul.You are the salt in my skin,The rhythm in my hips,The sun in my stories. You welcomed me like an old friend—(Returning...

Let there be no hesitation—the train has emerged again,Through the dark tunneled domain of separation and pain.They push them in—no words, no names,Just hollow stares and hidden shame.The doors slam shut—the bars clang down,Twist and shout—Silence lingers… no way out. Unless—we get loud.For the human spirit was born to fight.And...