April 2018 – Somewhere in the Nevada desert at a random Hot Spring.
Journal Entry from The Book of Mike – 032518
I turn off the noise and listen to the birds chatter.
I remember when the sounds of my world were everywhere.
Now, the new world drowns out the mastery of sounds I already offer.
Remove what is not real, Listen to my daughter sing, Listen to the birds cheer,
Listen to my Love, for her voice brings me light as the sun brings the day and the moon does the night.
Listen, Listen to the sounds of my Love, for they are everywhere.