Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing

We’re on a moving train and it will not stop – its merciless in its momentum. It drags us all along, old and young – rich and poor – times  railway never stops at stations on the way – it just drives doesn’t need fuel – its on a never ending downhill no-brakes runaway plummet to who knows what? Oblivion? Nirvana? Heaven? You name it! Maybe it never gets there – “let me off this train!” you scream – and you jump only to find yourself on a another train – plummeting.