Night Rock-on

We don't know who was the first to whistle, sing or play a musical instrument for the first time on the planet we live in. But I knew from the day I realized who I was that I couldn't live without singing or being interested in music. My first beat to the noise of the city while walking to school, the first compositions hummed before going to sleep at night, and the first words that come to mind when I come back from work, always reminded me that music would be at the center of my life, not just for me. I left behind 44 years, each one different from the other. My years passed step by step in perfect rhythm. Every moment that passed was a drop that I saved. Believing that the love of music encoded in my DNA would one day bring me to the right port and meet me with the right people, I continued on my path in non-musical areas. Besides everything else I do, I never gave up on dealing with music. I continued to play the compositions I made, the words I wrote, and the songs that emerged, whether there were people listening to me or when I was alone. As time passed, the songs I made with me grew and matured. Just as the fruit ripens on the branch, it is now time for my songs to be harvested. Now it's time for my songs to meet with the crowds who will be excited, sad, and savor it. It's time to hum these songs with pleasure.