In an apartment in the 19th arrondissement of Paris a musician plays his saxophone just for me. I sit with my glass of red wine. It’s an intimate moment. Just the two of us. Read More

Death of the Soul. No one hears the musician as he plays for just a few coins. They just walk past him. He gives up, his passion crumbles inside him. If he would only look around he will see his future laid out ahead of him. So full of promise. Read More

"Dance to the music that'll release you from this cell .. Dance to the rhythm of your heart where your beauty dwells .. For when they try to bring you down with bitter words and lies .. Remember this is your key to life .. Fly free like butterflies" Read More