i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

the delicious feeling inside

of discovering the perfection within a set of

beautifully crafted lyrics.

in this house of mine,

cast in a warm yellow glow

that speaks to the heart of what it means

to be alone but not lonely.

if you were to stumble over

its threshold some late evening

maybe you'd find a little me sitting with her

legs crossed inside.

and she would look up and smile,

beckoning you inside to

sit and have a cup of tea, and listen in silence

to that marvelous sound we call

music.