Sometimes when I’m alone, the world knocks me to my knees, I choke from it‘s hold, it kicks til I bleed. Then my music takes over, and my emotions are freed. With passion and love the spirit of music relieves, it conquers my pains as the curtain receeds.
Then suddenly I’m live on a big stage with a crowd, I hear the screams as they scream Tylarik so loud. The music keeps bumping. I sweat as I sing, the hour grows late but the crowd just won’t leave. I embrace my crowd and succumb to its need , another song why not another scream, another dream.
Perhaps other singers would say my thoughts are universal, but I just want to share a day at “Tylarik’s Rehearsal“.