Dream Song: In the heavens A noise, Like the rustling of the trees.
American Indians and Their MusicFor better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.
Sing You HomeBut I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a genius.
Music for ChameleonsHow can you understand the language of music, if you will not be an instrument?”—Zarost
Second SightA picture is just a picture, but add music and there's emotion. There's a story.
Still Life with Strings