If It Weren't For Music, I Would

I've Never Had A Cup Of Coffee In My Life. I Can't Even Remain In The Same Room With Coffee.

She Knew Words No One Had Ever Heard Of, And She Used Words Every Day That Had Been Mainly Dead Or Sleeping For Hundreds Of Years.

As It Somehow Always Manages Before The Winter Solstice, But Never After, The Early Darkness Was Cheerful And Promising, Even For Those Who Had Nothing.

The Shelf Was Filled With Books That Were Hard To Read, That Could Devastate And Remake One's Soul, And That, When They Were Finished, Had A Kick Like A Mule.

As Long As You Have Life And Breath, Believe. Believe For Those Who Cannot. Believe Even If You Have Stopped Believing. Believe For The Sake Of The Dead, For Love, To Keep Your Heart Beating, Believe. Never Give Up, Never Despair, Let No Mystery Confound You Into The Conclusion That Mystery Cannot Be Yours.