You Can't Talk To A

I Used To Hate The Sound Of My Voice.

Sometimes I Get A Lyric, And The Lyric, You Know, Comes Off The Page, And Goes Into My Brain And Comes Out With A Melody. Other Times, I May Create A Melody First.

I'm Like A Plant, I Reach For The Sun.

I Still Believe That Everyone Is Beautiful In Some Way And By Seeing The Beauty In Others We Make Ourselves More Beautiful.

Only Love Is Real...everything Else Is Illusion