When the world was quiet...

The world was suddenly ---- quiet.

You start to question a lot of things. What is really important? What matters most?

This dream was born way before the pandemic came. But I myself, started questioned my call. Went back to my diary and looked back on sleepless night when the Great Muse started whispering again. My heart was not quiet. It screams. It screams hope. It bursts out light in the midst of the hazy future. And will I hear music again?

Will hide or shine?

Will I sing or be quiet?

Will I my quiver hands play music again?

I breathe. I rise. I decided I will try. I will do it again and again and again.