To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

And of course there must be something wrongIn wanting to silence any song.

Anything I can sing, I call a song. Anything I can't sing, I call a poem.

At certain times I read a lot of poetry. My favorite poets are Shelley and Keats. Rimbaud is so identifiable. Lord Byron. I don't know. Lately if I read poems, it's like I can always hear the guitar. Even with Shakespeare's sonnets I can hear a melody because it's all broken up into timed phrases so I hear it. I always keep thinking, 'What kind of song would this be?'