A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.

I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

I was only glad to be saved and never once thought to ask why.

But words are more powerful than anything.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

The more obscure our tastes, the greater the proof of our genius.

Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.