The morning... The sun is not visible, the air is thick with fog. Barely visible are the trees in the distance. Being the only one here to understand this, I sit and wonder why the loud drums and sounds of bagpipes pump in the distance. Being comfortable with this and myself, I need to be alone... yet I want to be closer to those sounds. I wonder why these sounds bring out the most of me and every powerful feeling of strength.
The Thunder is louder as the sound of the pipes, drums, and stringed instruments lay on me the reason for living. I pray for a reason I do not have to make the music these ancient people who suffered wrote of. I am very happy and lucky to be alive.
I ask you to Listen to Celtic music artists and you will know what I mean.
Bobby Ray III