Michael Bialys is from Toronto, Canada, where he began his career as a self-taught pianist, composer and lyricist. His song "Going for Gold" was performed at the 1988 Canadian Olympic Winter Games in Calgary, Alberta. In addition, Mr. Bialys' song "I Want it All" was performed in 1988 by the Canadian Opera Company backed by the Toronto Symphony Orchestra.
While pursuing a music career in Los Angeles, Mr. Bialys studied law at Western State Law School. He passed the bar in 2004 and is a current member of the California State Bar. Michael practices DUI defense and owns an exclusive and well known DUI practice, branding himself as the DUI MAN!
While attending law school, Mr. Bialys met and married his wife. It is his wife and three children who inspired him to write his first novel entitled "The Chronicles of the Virago: Book One The Novus," currently in release.
Although his first book was intended only as a gift for his eldest daughter, Makenna, the enormous feedback Mr. Bialys received convinced him to continue the saga. The final two books in the series have been completed and await publication. Michael Bialys currently lives with his wife and three children, and two dogs in California.
Recently Mr. Bialys was Honored By the CIBA as he was named as a Finalist for Dante Rossetti Book Awards recognizing emerging new talent and outstanding works in Young Adult Fiction.
Mr Bialys's First book, The Chronicles of the Virago Book 1 The Novus, was recently honored by THE CIBA book awards as a Finalist in the Dante Rossetti YA Fiction category.
Mr Bialys's Third book, The Chronicles of the Virago Book 3 The Apprentus was recently honored by Kirkus with a Blue Star review marking it as exceptional work
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone