Sam took our breath away that night. Sam gave us fresh air to breathe that night.
Husky soul whispering through the air. Candles floating, silent faces, vibrating senses.
I took another sip of the house wine.
I watched my girlfriend admiring her guests through the glow. And then I held her hand.
Sam shared his love that night. Sam woke up my soul that night. He picked at his guitar with concentration. He possessed his keyboard with jubilation.
We all listened. We all felt. And we all came close to something. Sam took us with him.
Sam reminded us: look at the stars. Listen to the one who gives. Be vulnerable with the breeze and follow it to wherever it leads you. Wake up, again.
Review by Chris Pollard.
Video / Photo's by Glenn Luck.