i sit behind my kit, set up my throne, then i leave my concioussness to my limbs, after that, who am I even i don't know, for i come in sync with art, painting it with dynamics, thats where i talk to god, cuz i find myself light years away from the common notiôn of any notation, music an art of expression, ©Akhil Kael saviour of my soul, just with a different method, for now the spirituality the function, of the integrals at the points of conjuction, birth of a new equation, music becoming mutual with the preservance of soul, for my body becomes a portal negotiating with my surrounding fowls, thus i see drumsticks not just any stick that beat a drum to make a sound, they are extensions to my kundalini, the serpent has risen above mundane bars,
