Music is the unspoken language that can convey feelings more accurately than talking ever could.

Music is the unspoken language that can convey feelings more accurately than talking ever could.

You have to be slightly blind to believe in any cause.

How can I be kind? How can I find bird-relief in the nest-building of day-to-day? Necessity supplies no velvet wing with which to escape. I am indeed and mortally pierced with the seeds of love.

April 19 And now it is spring. Birds are singing. Wistful notes and jubilant. And bare streets and no need for coats, and skipping ropes and bicycles and a thin new moon.

All time is now, and time can do no better. Nothing can ever be more now than now, and before this nothing was.

I am possessed by love and have no options.