Dylan Govinda Biography

It's a rainy day in old New York;
Traffic lights
Burning - steam
Drifting, shifting through gutters,
...

When everyone is sleeping and the soft music starts,
And the streetlights are dripping with an eerie haze -
Somewhere, something out there (in the wild) calls to me.
It keeps me from sleep, keeps me from dreaming, keeps me just out of reach...
...