The man in between waits between the two, not hearing the lie and not seeing the true. Unknowing what is and denying what seems, and there he will sleep, the man in between.

Love never doubts or suffers or cries. Love shows no fear, love tells no lies.

I am, I cried. I am, I said. And I am lost.

I've spent my whole life trying to find out who I am, so I could express that through the music.

But you make me sing like a guitar humming . . .

I fell in love with folk music at Surprise Lake Camp. It was the songs of Woody Guthrie and the Weavers.

Songs are so all-encompassing; they're the joys and sorrows and pacing of life.