Welcome to the land of Aether,
Where strawberries and blueberries befriend you, where ants, beetles and centipedes feel emotions beyond your belief, a land where you are watched peacefully by everything surrounding you and where i shall unveil such a magical story through the ageless mountains and the whistling winds about a boy in a world of water, land, air and music to you all.~ Birth of a Light
So a boy was born on a windy autumn afternoon, lovely child of a loving family, somewhere on the isle of Cyprus called Famagusta, a land where ocean touched the holy sand. Little did he know about how much joy he had caused his parents with his arrival and little did his parents know that behind his silently inquisitive nature there was a musical world he possessed and that path he was going to take in order to reach the Neverland.~ Magic brought to a baby
And somewhere in the story; one beautiful day, not long after he could walk and talk his father comes home with a young goat and a lamb to make him and his older brother happy, so they sing their highest notes right into the air like a lightening from heavens as a present to their father and mother and befriend the young goat and the lamb. Only a short time passes before Aether wakes up to a beautiful morning of the morrow only dreaming of his friends and the time they will spend together.
So he warms up some milk and with a baby bottle he milks them while tree crickets sang tree-ditional songs with their shrill chirping sound and birds warbled unsang melodies to celebrate the love they felt by being there at that moment, only thing they did know not was this moment was not the first one and was not goin to be the last. This was how his childhood passed and that is when nature knows if this hapiness were truth than it would be gospel. And that is that.~ Childhood
And like that he grows.
Grows, grows and he grows again like his hair and nails do, when there is a morning dew.
He grows one more time, and sings a melody and rhyme.
Grapes are lush and fine,
soon comes lemon and lime.~ School
Boy, a choir he was in,
On the moment he stepped in
And Lord, his voice was thin
As much as he was keen.~ Dreams
So, deep he dreams, big he dreams
Red he dreams, blue he dreams
Neither has fears nor there he peers
This he dreams, that he dreams
All he dreams, none he dreams
And finally as in fate,
Follows the holy streams.~ Adolescence
And comes to a castle of adolescence,
Where for him lay sadness and fragileness,
Loneliness and non~sense
But he was patient and strong,
For he was full of magic not mold.~ Following dreams
Boy, he becomes songwriter and lyricist,
And he pictures future in endless scenes,
One day with a ticket by his knees,
Could carry him further in his dreams.
He looks up, clouds smile,
He looks down, streams fly,
Hence says he "I can try".~ Start of a long journey
He treasures his time in Los Angeles almost for twelve months hang on a spear
But he will know world possesses demon-like fear
A piece of paper called money is real
Thus, will not be seen, a passionate tear
Though he raises in honor, oh dear
Friends and songs make up his year
~ Journey to London
Age twenty two and he does still love thou
He journeys to London,
After so much to go through
But only thing he knows not
A world out there was also so hard
Wonderful life was even more bright
Read the songs there you will find~ Quest back to Neverland
Despite all, he is there not to fall
Music is what he will be dying for
Every melody and every more,
He is only,
and lonely,
singing with magic,
FOREVER MORE.