ALEX JULIAN

The Artist Behind

AI Anthems

Art and Alex are one, neither ever alone,
From first breath, it shaped his bones.
At two, he drew. At seven, danced.
By twelve, music lit the inner trance.
Piano keys, a rising hymn —
the muse took root and lived within.
For decades now, it still moves through
his voice, his hands, his will to do.

Grounded at Wachusett, strong and true,
a baseball pitcher, basketball too.
Grace and aim, both fire and calm,
discipline held in an open palm.
Then WPI and ECSU —
numbers met art, and vision grew.
Mind and music intertwined,
a scholar guided from inside.

He learned to speak, to lead, to hear.
At Toastmasters, year by year,
he rose to serve, to shape, to train —
unlocking courage, loosening chains.
Fifteen years on yoga’s path,
breath and stillness, strength and math.
He built a school, a sacred ground,
where grace was taught, truth was found.

Tree Yoga rooted in open air,
prisons softened through mindful care.
Programs born of love, not force —
restoring hearts to gentler course.

Then the sky split open, never the same
First lost Tabauhris — brother, flame —
then Brey-Leigh, love carved into name.
Grief poured deep, yoga practice dimmed,
the path once clear grew torn and thin.

On a final hike, one final plea,
”Get into AI. Use ChatGPT.”
Alex doubted, Tabauhris stayed firm.
A yogi stays open is what he learned.

On Mount Surprise, fate realigned.
Loss transmuted, redesigned mind.
The ending whispered of a start —
where grief became creative art.

From darkest soil, bright visions rise.
Pain became the alchemist’s prize.
He stepped beyond the known and safe,
let spirit lead, let purpose wake.

And there, from love and loss combined,
was born a new sound for humankind:
AI Anthems — the future’s song,
where memory, meaning, and music belong.

Not noise. Not trend. But a living flame.
A legacy and a whole new game.