they say the music man is a myth, a fary tale, a fable to fill the heart with hopeless beliefs in love. but once in a life time illusions actualy turns into something real.

On a picture, he stares at something only he knows but when i look at it, in his eyes i see the music that drives him, about a passion never known to man. a deeper understanding of life, a soul unlike anyother.

On this picture he can be serious, but when he smilles, he make you wonder if he is the reason floweres unfold. his lips have the mosy perfect shade of pink with a tast that would leave an unforgetable caressfull kiss, loosing all sence of time and a baffeled heart.

his words are like the lyrics love song compose only by him, his vocal cords resonates in your ears like an orshestra with beethoven himself on the piano.

my only wish is to one day vocalize, harmonize and be amazed by...

the music man