Poems Are Rough Notations For The Music

Thirst Drove Me Down To The Water Where I Drank The Moon's Reflection.

I Saw Grief Drinking A Cup Of Sorrow And Called Out, 'it Tastes Sweet, Does It Not?' 'you've Caught Me,' Grief Answered, 'and You've Ruined My Business. How Can I Sell Sorrow, When You Know It's A Blessing?

I Learned That Every Mortal Will Taste Death. But Only Some Will Taste Life.

I Don't Want Learning, Or Dignity, Or Respectability. I Want This Music, And This Dawn, And The Warmth Of Your Cheek Against Mine.

With Passion Pray. With Passion Make Love. With Passion Eat And Drink And Dance And Play. Why Look Like A Dead Fish In This Ocean Of God?