"All I had was a voice. Same melody I would sing when I was in the field--I just wail out in the woods and let the echo come back to me."*
                                the only pure act
                                       is express all I am
                                           essence alive filling void
                           receiving response of lovers and strangers,
                                  of walls which waver then melt and bless me
                                        unpredicted
                                            uncontrolled
                                                undulating waves of joy