How the Muse Plays His Lyre

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>The breaking of hearts.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Every shattering of eternity creates ripples on the still pond of my heart.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>All the insurmountable obstacles. The adversity. The change.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>You don't need to let go of things that were never yours.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>You have my pleading and dreaming in your palms.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Take care of them for me please.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Structured as a three-part story</span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)> How the Muse Plays His Lyre</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)> takes on the form of an interpretive narrative- a stream of conscience speckled with both digital and film photography.</span></p>