Dance Until The Earth Dance.

No Poetic Phantasy But A Biological Reality, A Fact: I Am An Entity Like Bird, Insect, Plant Or Sea-plant Cell; I Live; I Am Alive.

The Heart The Heart The Heart How It Thrives On Hate.

The Quivering Of Psyche's Butterflies.

Music Sets Up Ladders, It Makes Us Invisible, It Sets Us Apart, It Lets Us Escape; But From The Visible There Is No Escape.

Fall The Deep Curtains, Delicate The Weave, Fair The Thread.