enigmatic... quirky... sober-faced... intense... precious... explosive...
The Piper at the Gates of Dawn had a beautiful birth. He was not planned, but I remember when I heard the first sounds that came from him that I felt a change deep in my heart. I sometimes think of the moment I first heard him and I wish I could re-live it. He holds a very special place in my heart and being the first-born he carries many special memories.
He wants to be free more than anything else. He loves to run free and wild through the fields. He loves to tell stories. He is very excited and even hyperactive sometimes.
Many times he tells stories that only he understands. He is a very wise one, but chooses to let his wisdom come forth in uncommon ways. He loves mornings and sunrises. He also loves outer-space, like many of his brothers.
Sometimes all he wants to do is play, but you can tell by listening to him that there is more to it than that.
When I listen to him sing, I think of the afterlife. I think of the parts of me that nobody understands and that maybe nobody ever will. He always sends shivers down my spine the moment he begins his singing. I believe he understands me in a way that nobody else does.