Tempo

Life is marked by the sound of our steps, by the beating of our heart. Time is the pulse that reminds us we are alive. It is present in everything—in the rhythm of the rain, the hum of an engine, the cry of a baby, the fingers plucking the strings of a guitar, and in a broken voice whose laments pierce my soul.

Give me time, give me rhythm, steal my senses, and take me where only the heart understands.