I Can Understand Someone Not

I Have A Lot Of Interest In Interior Rhyming; Not Just Rhyming At The End Of The Lines, But Playing Around With Rhymes Within The Lines, Playing With Where The Syllabic Emphases In The Sentences Are, Lining Those Up At Strange Moments In The Line Of The Song. I’m Not Sure If That Comes Across Or Not.

Lyrics Are Very Different. There Is A Clear Line Between That And A Poem. Something That Has Been A Source Of Great Excitement And Delight For Me Is This Idea That I Get To Rhyme.

We Are Blessed And Sustained By What Is Not Said

I Don't Look At People's Expressions, Because I Still Get Nervous When I Play, Especially When I First Put The Harp Up There. I Just Try To Tune - It Takes Me A Half-hour To Tune, And I Get Nervous If I Look At Anybody When I Do It.

And All That We Built, And All That We Breathed And All That We Spilled Or Pulled Up Like Weeds Is Piled Up In Back And It Burns Irrevocably And We Spoke Up In Turns 'til The Silence Crept Over Me.