all he had were his words so long after being confined in solitude words became an outside world whiskey was his jailer loss of imagination was inevitable for a sojourner he stumbled upon the isle of belle the nights become so cool for summer whenever he listens to the soft piano piece coming from the feminine windows stars began to make meaning pictures began to paint words pour from the clicking typer soon enough whiskey could no longer hold bounds he found freedom freedom by magic by the magic of belle isle
from the movie.. the magic of belle isle.. its just teaches that nothing's lost for ever..