There’s somebody out there reading my thoughts. I’m struggling with my song “When Tyger Sings” and with …
“And so a secret kiss
Brings maddness with the bliss
And I will think of this”...
Please forgive me my temporary madness dear sir, for by accident I got locked up in my sleeping room during 40 hours and I started to feel like Kaspar Hauser.
“Most happenings are beyond expression; they exist where a word has never intruded. Even more inexpressible are works of art; mysterious entities they are, whose lives, compared to our fleeting ones, endure.”
What do you mean by “suffrage”, you, who can truly sing?
Still grateful after all those years :-),