Winter Solitude- In A World

Ballet In The Air... Twin Butterflies Until, Twice White They Meet, They Mate

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.

The Temple Bell Stops But I Still Hear The Sound Coming Out Of The Flowers.

Around Existence Twine, (oh, Bridge That Hangs Across The Gorge!) Ropes Of Twisted Vine.

Harvest Moon: Around The Pond I Wander And The Night Is Gone.