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

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

I don't know where emotion emanates from exactly. I'm full of it, that's all I know.

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

Wonder in everything No matter how great or small... Same thing that's scrawled across the stars Is written under our skin... There's a time to search for understanding Sometimes you just got to sing New horizons, new horizon within

I find everything a struggle.

Everything's stolen. Everything precious - be it a kiss, or be it James Brown - gets misappropriated to the aid of the advertising executives. So, an act of reclamation, somewhere else to be: that's what I want my music to be. Somewhere you can step into. A place.