I want to visit you and feel the warmth of your southwind smile. I want to sing songs written just for your voice. I want to run breathless with you through sweetclover fields. I want to learn your innermost thoughts. I want to converse with your guardian angels. We will whisper sacred nothings.
But these are selfish thoughts. I must let go and give them away. Give them away. Here is music from my heart to yours. Does your heart speak in music?
To the rest of you: Here is a bit of music I've been playing with for a few weeks. Recorded in John Ball Park on my Olympus DS-2. Playing my Taylor 12-string guitar. No lyrics. Well, I think it's pretty, anyway. Thanks for listening!