Song of Magic

"there are all kinds of magic"

Lying naked in the leaves outside the garden wall I hear strings and horns in the sound of the limbs blowing, the meandering creek and wind in hollow trees. Your voice sings the melody in a minor key speaking feelings...

Sing to Me

"you are my music"

Your voice vibrates somewhere deep inside me like the sound of wild surf on a beach or a standing bass being played by a master. When you speak to me I hear drums and chanting. A need grows in my...