There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.

There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.

That's what music is for me. It's a place to go to.

And come, blue deeps! magnificently strown With coloured clouds - large, light, and fugitive.

In terms of writing, I think something happens to you, and you think, "Oh I'm going to write about that. That's an emotional event." But obviously, if you keep going, and it's something you do with regularity, you've got to find other ways to write.

You can't just be reactive to the things going on in your life. You have to imagine, and you have to plunder other people's work, books, poems, ideas, observations.

I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want: I don't want to just repeat myself.