You don't love a girl because of beauty. You love her because she sings a song only you understand.
Secret VampireEven the rain in its night singing, / the night rain in its forgetting, / is a kind of light.
Thirty-Seven Small Songs & Thirteen SilencesI make music like I make love—in a group. OK, so I’m not in a band, and I sing alone in the shower.
This Book Has No TitleOft gay and honoured robes those tortures try: We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.
The White DevilDance, Live, Sing, Cry, Love, Travel and Love again, until the day you have to stop
Words of Expressions on a Page: Poetry Love