I Have This Weird Obsession

... Only Love Begets Love.

Writing More And More To The Sound Of Music, Writing More And More Like Music. Sitting In My Studio Tonight, Playing Record After Record, Writing, Music A Stimulant Of The Highest Order, Far More Potent Than Wine.

To Think Of Him In The Middle Of The Day Lifts Me Out Of Ordinary Living.

Age Does Not Protect You From Love. But Love, To Some Extent, Protects You From Age.

The Leaf Fall Of His Words, The Stained Glass Hues Of His Moods, The Rust In His Voice, The Smoke In His Mouth, His Breath On My Vision Like Human Breath Blinding A Mirror.