Sometimes there is such a place and such music that the world is a bit gentler, a bit kinder, a bit sweeter.
When my spirit needs solace there is a place, there is ever a place... I need only to close my eyes to reach the meadow, to lay on an old quilt warmed
by the sun, where pines and quakies whisper gently in the breeze, where
fluffy clouds drift in a blue blue sky, and a small stream flows, where the fragrance of mother earth is love.
When my spirit needs solace there is music, there is ever music...