"When I am with you I could never lose my sense of direction.
My hands are my compass and they are telling me you are my
Home".

.

•      
be     
-hold    
    my  sole    
     prized instru-
       ment of choice•
         let it bear the wei-
           ght of my unspoken
           voice•in the dead of
             the silent night•i'll let
               loose my heart so it co-
                uld take flight•consoli-
                  dating all that i think•
                   and...converting them
                     into the blackest ink•
                       only then freely......it
                          would spill•down
                                   the stem and
                                         to the nib
                                            of my
                                               fea
                                                the
         ­                                        red
                                                  qui
       ­                                               ll
               ­                                         •

And time, like trees, forbade to die
until that single drop of sunbeam in the sky
itself will fade,
and memories elude, like those
who once saw colors fair and bright
and now only darkness knows
those thoughts they never saved.

and time, like trees, grows only once and still
though man may try to fix and heal the damage done with age
Time, like trees, never will.