When winter broke in to spring, the spark of inspiration ignited the too long dormant deadwood. The resultant fire raged with a desire, fuelled by a love of music born out of the marriage of passion and necessity. Regardless of a non-existent future or past, februarymarch means that what began underground, has climbed the worn, squeaking wooden steps, and pushed it’s way through the cellar door, to find itself blinking in the sun bathed secret garden, where a dream is as real as it ever need be.
Februarymarch