I Just Wish I Could Understand My

Lift Your Head Up High, And Scream To The World. I Know I Am Someone, And Let The Truth Unfurl.

I Love Composing And Writing Music And Dancing And Performing And Conceptualizing Creatively For Visual Mediums. I Love To Create.

If You Can't Feed Your Baby, Then Don't Have A Baby.

All Over The Walls Of My Room Are Pictures Of Peter Pan. I've Read Everything That Barrie Wrote. I Totally Identify With Peter Pan, The Lost Boy From Never Neverland.

There Are Two Kinds Of Music. One Comes From The Strings Of A Guitar, The Other From The Strings Of The Heart. One Sound Comes From A Chamber Orchestra, The Other From The Beating Of The Heart's Chamber. One Comes From An Instrument Of Graphite And Wood, The Other From An Organ Of Flesh And Blood. This Loftier Music I Speak Of Tonight Is More Pleasing Than The Notes Of The Most Gifted Composers, More Moving Than A Marching Band, More Harmonious Than A Thousand Voices Joined In Hymn And More Powerful Than All The World's Percussion Instruments Combined. That Sweet Sound Of Love.