The Moon Upon The Ocean Is Swept

Night Has Brought To Those Who Sleep, Only Dreams They Can Not Keep.

There Is No Formula To It Because Writing Every Song, For Me, Is A Little Journey. The First Note Has To Lift You And Make You Go, 'what's This?' You Play C, But Why Is It That One Day It Leads To G And It Didn't Yesterday? I Don't Know. It's Everything. It's The Walk You Take In The Morning, It's The Night Before, The Meeting With People, Landscapes, The Chats, All Of That Evolves In Some Way Into Melody, But I'm Not Sure How It's Going To Happen. I'm Dealing With The Unknown All The Time And That Is Exciting.

My Mouth Is A Womb. My Teeth Are My Children. My Tongue Is Their Babysitter.

Look To Love And You May Dream, And If It Should Leave Then Give It Wings. But If A Love Is Meant To Be, Hope Is Home And The Heart Is Free.

The Moon Upon The Ocean Is Swept Around In Motion But Without Ever Knowing The Reason For Its Flowing In Motion On The Ocean The Moon Still Keeps On Moving The Waves Still Keep On Waving And I Still Keep On Going