Time To Write And Sing, To Laugh,

Music Is Endless And Even Though I've Heard A Whole Bunch Of Music From So Many Different Places And Fallen In Love Countless Times With All Kinds Of Different Music.there's Still Something About It,i Guess It's Called Freedom.

The People Who Raised Me Musically Are My Mother, Who Is A Classically Trained Pianist, And My Stepfather.

My Kingdom For A Kiss Upon Her Shoulder It's Never Over, All My Riches For Her Smiles When I Slept So Soft Against Her... It's Never Over, All My Blood For The Sweetness Of Her Laughter... It's Never Over, She's A Tear That Hangs Inside My Soul Forever.

I Don't Want My Reputation To Take Me Over, I Just Want To Be Judged On My Songs. I Want People To Come And See Me Because They Want To, Not Because Fashion Dictates It.

Your Soul Can Fly Outward, Stringed To Your Ribcage Like A Shimmering Kite In The Shape Of An Open Hand. Be Still And Listen To The Evidence Of Your Own Holiness.