From 2006:

We are all cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. ~~Ray Bradbury

The tune is yet to be written but the symphony plays within, all the time. The single guitar string opens the opus with a familiar melody even when it's the first time it's ever been played. She represents all that is pure and easy to please. The beat with many ands begins the rhythmic undercurrent, like the lifepulse that feeds us together. The chorus is the hook where the deliberate exchange of love messages repeats in an endless loop of confessions to dulcify the soul. There is no crescendo, just a series of high notes that just happen during the life portion where the two of us connect and stay there. Her sweet is one of so many cards, but it keeps me in the game. A great song too dear to stay unwritten.