Kirans Music Stuff

The story is as follows:When I was little... the ground wasn't stable... reality left tiny marks on my soul...and so I turned these marks into pictures... and when I grew... these pictures filled walls... some trailed onto ceilings... encompassed huge spaces... and, at some point, they became what I do.On my journey... I met someone...and, in time... he broke my heart...(I found shards of it in the strangest of places).My pictures were too saturated in colour to ever show the dark hues of sediment in the pit of my belly...so, the images formed into words... and the words were cradled by melodies... and they took on texture and colour... until the hurt seeped out... creeped out ... into the daylight.and now... in the shadows of my day... I search for people to help lead my words into the sunshine... (somedays I can almost feel it's warmth on the back of my neck)lately... Le Ruffiant has been kind enough to lend me his torch... and together we walk through the new aural landscapes that we create... in wonderment at the possibilties for darkness and light...our new journey is unfolding before your very eyes...(squint...you'll see clearer)