Hark, The Herald

 

 

so precious,  The Gift . . . each artist,  a jewel wrapped in the richness of his life . . . they are those who have cracked the sky above him,  their music,  the rain of joy . . . they are those who ignite the fires of his passion,  with the light of ten thousand candles . . . they are those he must now thank,  from the core of his being,  with all his heart . . . for the message,  the breath of angels,  is love . . .

  

 

      to Name,  just a Few . . .