Welcome,
to my old website. For your reading pleasure and as an archive, I have decided to keep it online. But if you want to see my new website, then please feel free to visit it here:

Bullion Grey
Imaginateur


As one flower blooms, so another fades,
As one soldier kills, so the other is killed.
The sun shines on one, as it withdraws from another,
Water flows from an inner spring,
Another place it has no presence.
One artist creates a work of a lifetime,
Another broods without inspiration.
The wind graces a field of trees,
As a crop of rocks lay still in air.