Edgar Sumghles

Once upon a time, a man who liked thinking that notes were born in the morning dew. From the first glow of the dawn, he lay down on the grass and fell for melodies’ charms. But one day he surprised himself humming, a faltering tune, a tune…
He wanted to conjure up some notes too, using of few means at his disposal. He composed, passionately, passing from despair to joy. He composed, in all modesty, by Miss Humility’s advice and without let himself enchanting by Mister Pride. Now Edgar Sumghles invite you to his garden…
Your attention
E. S."To be what we are, and become what we are capable of becoming is the only end of life" R. L. Stevenson