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

“The soul and heart are intertwined like the vine is to the oak.”

“Well, I’ve been a musician my whole life. When I was two, I would sing the theme from Star Wars in my crib; my mom taped it for proof. Then, when I was five, I asked for a violin. No one knew why I would want one, but my wish was granted and I ended up a classically trained fiddler by age 12. The only problem with that was, when you’re a classical violinist, everybody expects you to be satisfied with playing Tchaikovsky for the rest of your life, and saying you want to play jazz, rock, write songs, sing your songs, hook up your fiddle to a guitar amp, sleep with your 4-track recorder, mess around with synths, dress like Tinkerbell in combat boots, AND play Tchaikovsky is equivalent to spitting on the Pope.”

“I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.”

“I stopped as I thought of poor Jack on my bathroom floor, just another victim of Dr. Phil.”

“If you can get passed my grammatical ineptitude, my meandering thoughts and the obvious insanity that runs rampant in my mind...there is a story underneath.”

“On a long journey to Glen-StoneIsailed into its shadethere before me she proudly shonemy decision was already made.A lass who bore the light of the townher fur of ivory threadhow she danced is stuck in my crownand back to this glen my boat led.Twenty some seasons have since passedsince her eyes and mine both metthrough lands unnamed and wildly vastmy blade slaying every threatWolf, hawk, fox, and snakecan't stand in my waymy body is weak and it may break,but not today.Living in blackness wrought with frightmy steel shattered facing the foesdusks and dawns darker than nightmy fallen companions in rowsLife spilled past me staining the groundmylimbs growing ever so coldabove villians let out a cackiling soundtelling me i'd never grow oldOne dance and one mouse played in my mindcalling me back from the doomthe courage to carry on i did findto raise me out of my tombWolf, hawk, fox, and snakecan't stand in my waymy body is weak and it may breakthough not todayBattered and bruised i stood to my pawsraised what little i ownedpredators growled caring not for my causeof the mouse that shone light off Glen-stoneWolf, hawk, fox, and snakecan't tand in my waymy body is weak and it may breakthough not today. -The Ballad Of The Ivory Lass”