To refrain from repeating my self several times, I'm just writing this (yes, I compose as I type!) on a blank background to refrain from using my water one.
A few weeks ago, my friend Kenny (the same guy that brought you the Kaigu King) wanted to know if I had any real meaning behind the title to my website (you left it two seconds ago, non? "Water Kisses").  I told him, no, not really, I love water imagery and it kinda went with Liquid.  He said okay, it's still cool.  Well, now, maybe it'll have some meaning other than that, I'll just let you feel it out.
Reality check:  I got the feel for this from my friend Heather's poem. Her website is www.angelfire.com/la2/hpage/index.html.
"You'll never live the life I live, I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night...But never is a promise and I never needed a lie"
"Once my lover now my friend...Oh, you creep up like the clouds and you set my soul at ease..."
"...Let me sink in the silence that echoes inside and don't bother leaving the light on..."
vibrant sounds that feel like satin
sing a soft rhythm as you tell me once more
and what i wouldn't give to see you for just five minutes

fiona twists my feelings
and you play my heartstrings
and i don't know what to say anymore to you

all my heart beats to please you
but does my heart beat at all?
a thousand thunderbolts answer my cry
as i run to answer your call

you say you're sorry a thousand times
i wish you could look me in the eyes
and i wish that i could feel something else

where is the laughter i used to have?
your best friend swears it's gone
and sometimes i wonder - could i survive without him at all?

i'm sorry if i've hurt you
and i'm sorry you keep hurting me
i guess apologies are useless my dear -
i'd still keep you close to me

all these lonely nights that i keep thinking of you,
staying up until midnight chatting
(getting annoyed when you forget to reply)

and all these "i'm
yours" and "forevers" (insert about twenty arrows)
(and underline it twice)  (both of those)
are just hollow vibrations (insert chord)* of what i wish you (and i) felt

all these kisses
keep sounding like rain
almost empty memories of feelings
that start to sound like pain

but i loved you
and you loved me
and somehow i let you reassure me that we were meant to be

but fate and i couldn't wait
long enough for you to wake up
and i had to shed the satin echoes to let myself fly
Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose brilliant as the moon in full
As he sank in the burrows of my keep

And all my armour falling down in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warmth as I'm singing him to sleep

He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface his thoughts his body floats
Unweighed down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depths upon which he cloats
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap

And all my armour falling down in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warmth as I'm singing him to sleep

All my armour falling down in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warmth as I'm singing him to sleep
Matt, yes, this was us. I'm sorry about everything.

Love,
Kris
Poem (to left) (c) 2000 Krissi M.

Everything in dark blue (lyrics, above, and above poem) (c) Fiona Apple.  Lyrics are, in order, from Never is a Promise, Shadowboxer, The Child is Gone, and Pale September, which always struck me as my song about Matt, even though, by the time September arrived, we only survived a week or two of it.  (His birthday is in September, that's why!)

Thank you, Ken and Heather.  Halfway through Jason  interrupted me, and by then everything here was screaming to get out.  Thanks for giving it a voice.

*Oh yeah, I almost forgot.  Any noise reference is to the vibraphone notes in Fiona's Tidal cd.  Vibes are so awesome, and Lisa and Chele will agree in a heartbeat (we all play mallets! or did. still can....)
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