I wake up to the sound of music, a tiny fluttering soundFlutter in my ears ‘til the sun drops downPerch on my windowsill and wake the waiting sunTake flight, bird, be freeFeathers round my mind, ‘til opposites meet.


Cambridge, MA

Weston, CT
I wake up to the sound of music, a tiny fluttering soundFlutter in my ears ‘til the sun drops downPerch on my windowsill and wake the waiting sunTake flight, bird, be freeFeathers round my mind, ‘til opposites meet.


