The whitecaps are Jackson Pollack; unpredictable rhythm. The wind whispers Ohm.
I am everything and nothing. I am love. I am.
When I walk to the apron of the stage and stand, my face to the audience, their pulses meet my skin. Moving bodies are Jackson
Pollack; unpredictable rhythm.
Their heartbeats whisper Ohm.
We will be everything and nothing.