We are ugly but we have the music.

Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate

And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.

It doesn't matter how anything happens.

You have money, fame, youth, beauty, talent. That's a good start... for feeling good.

The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.

Well, for one thing, in the tradition of Zen that I've practiced, there is no prayerful worship and there is no affirmation of a deity.