I can't play my songs on the smaller harp. I have a Celtic harp. I can't do the key changes.

And a thimble's worth of milky moon Can touch hearts larger than a thimble.

And all that we built, and all that we breathed And all that we spilled or pulled up like weeds Is piled up in back and it burns irrevocably And we spoke up in turns 'til the silence crept over me.

The very first Walnut Whales recording was recorded just a few weeks after I had started singing, out of the blue, started singing. And the voice, you can hear how uncomfortable I am with it, and how terrified I am with it.

The way that words fit together is always interesting to me. I love words.

I've been unaware of how people react to the instrument. People have ideas of what a harp is supposed to sound like, and a lot of them are negative ideas.

People are often afraid for me. They think that I am going to break. I can make it through a set.