The Muse
Spoke very little when I was young.....because I stuttered. Vocals functioned only when I sang. Dreams of being a singer died the day I woke up unable to carry a tune. Mom sought out specialists. Was her idea to offer me a new voice in the form of a blank diary, when all else failed. Street Art 9 Photograph by Blue Muse Fine Arts My love for music comes from her side. She played Beethoven to my brother in the womb; likely is responsible for his adoration of classical music. Think my Grandpa may have played the fiddle. His mother was affluent on the harp, so much so she was approached dozens of times about world tours. Wanted a family more than she wanted fame. I am particularly fond of the violin and piano. Music is a huge part of my life.....especially during times when I'm needing to feed and nourish my soul. This period was no different......except the songs I usually sought, brought me no comfort. T...