Part mystic, part good-ol-boy: Andrew calls out, "Hey Mom," in a greeting tinged with southern familiarity. Water and light swim around him, mingling with the distinct brightness within his own calm being. He is a bit of a candle; a bit of a flame, sparked by faith, family, and an ever growing need to find.
Hear Andrew's voice searching and soothing: The Deacons
"Melody, Melody. You're my sweet melody. You're the color that I see..." - Lyrics by Andrew