I Will Be Waiting By Candlelight In

All The World Is Made Of Music. We Are All Strings On A Lyre. We Resonate. We Sing Together.

Love Requires Context.

It Bewildered Ig, The Idea That A Person Could Not Be Interested In Music. It Was Like Not Being Interested In Happiness.

I Remind Myself That No One Day Of Writing Matters All That Much. A Story Is Built Somewhat Like A Stalactite - One Little Drip Of Mud And Grit At A Time.

Fantasy Was Always Only A Reality Waiting To Be Switched On.