★ Time is endless in the hands, my lord. There is none to count the minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Throu knowest how to wait. The centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower. We have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for a chance. We are too poor to be late. And this it is that time goes by while I give it to every querulous man who claims it, and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last. At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest the gate be shut; but I find that yet there is time. ★ THIS IS AN ACOUSTIC DEEP & TECH SOUNDTRACK SPEAKING WITH MELODIES,INSPIRED BY THE MOST ''DIYnamic'' PRODUCERS
