“I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems.”

“I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!”

“That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you every moment we're apart.”

“And I will sing with my soul that my song shall echo in thy heart for eternity.”

“Music is what feelings sound like out loud. I sing songs that speak from my heart. They tell my story, how I feel.”

“Who am I? I'm a poet. My business? Writing.How do I live? I live.In my happy poverty I squander like a prince,my poems and songs of love.In hopes and dreams and castles-in-air,I'm a millionaire in spirit .”