Silence the wisher;
it would be true magic
if only I could
when World doesn't bring me
what I think it should
and time doesn't heal
the wounds beneath
the smile I wear
or the song I steal
when it just ain't perfect
and there's stuff to fix
and my wicked little Wisher
is in the mix
and my in the moment
can't stay the tide
of the emotion rising
from memories I hide

Silence the Wisher
and set me free
so the way I appear
is the way I BE.

simple music, simple people
simple food, simple fun.
simple life, simple love,
to my heart you're the one

where is the moment's bidding?
the days spent on the run;
when you and I bridge nightfall
with the golden rays of Sun?

to live in notes and laughter
the wounds of past undone;
this is the breath of living
and I have just begun.

A butterfly is beautiful until you feel you're sly,
moving close to touch her wings,
and then she may not fly.
But on her feet is magic that makes one flower,
two....
Disturbing the dainty butterfly
Means fewer blooms for you.
Wonder, gently.