Next Year

“The Greek word for “return” is nostos. Algos means “suffering.” So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”
Milan Kundera, Ignorance

“Take to me to where you are,
What you’ve become,
And what you will do
When I am gone.
I won’t forget,
I won’t forget.

Maybe someday,
You’ll be somewhere
Talking to me
As if you knew me,
Saying, I’ll be home for next year, darling.
I’ll be home for next year.”

Haul Out The Holly.

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May the spirit of Christmas find us .Let it be a balm of comfort and peace, a vessel for love and giving. a beacon of light and hope. May it reside in our hearts forever.

Happy Holidays!

A Christmas message and song from me to you. Followed by an original tune. (work in progress) much like me.

https://soundcloud.com/tosha-michelle2020/the-world-owes-you-nothing-at-all-original-song

Last Kiss

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Music is a force of nature.

It can inspire, provide hope, turn us inside out, and shake us to our core.

Music is food for the soul, a balm for the heart, and stimulation for the mind.

It teaches us, it molds us, it redefines us.

Music is a memory, a touch, a time, a place.

It is the life within, the love we give, a palpable energy.

Music is everything we were, we are, and what we long to become.

 

-Tosha Michelle

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My latest musical attempts.

Last Kiss

Beautiful Disaster

Falling Slowly

William Shakespeare

“If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.”
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

Plato

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination
and life to everything.”
Plato

Maya Angelou

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”
Maya Angelou

Falling Slowly

-Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova

Lyrics

I don’t know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can’t react
And games that never amount
To more than they’re meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You’ve made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can’t go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I’m painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It’s time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You’ve made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You’ve made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I’ll sing along