| November 6, 2006 does music listen to itself? it hears only an echo and that is no longer what it was a shadow separates us: a space in time bounces between the canyon walls of me and you unless I become part of your music and you a part of mine and together we stop listening and sing with everything we Are for All of Time! |
| From My Heart Love, Rebecca |
| March, 2007 speak me breath of life! trees catch tears before I hear them sorrow pattering wakes my sleep open this heart: an early blossom erupting toward the light in full bloom despite the rain. |
| In Memory of Frigyes Hidas Composer 1928-2007 |
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| you held my heart cupped in your hands or at least cradled in the arms of your music melting my soul into sound you showed me your God in a place where Life resonates simply and purely thank you for the glimpse of a life beautifully lived: a Vision expressed sincerely and a Passion that will live on in those who still hear you. Rest In Peace |
| February, 2006 I know a man who paints love with his fingertips in air where we think there is only nothingness. He fills Space with Sound: the rustle of a leaf, the pound of a heart. With energy and ecstacy realness and truth he guides on a journey of color and texture all who care to look and listen careflly enough. |
| (for him, whose Requiem I sang) |
| Meet me... meet me in my dignity where I am no thing to beg or borrow where I am not for sale and not to be kept to the side or let slide until tomorrow meet me in your dignity where you are as close to me as silence and the space between Us is Love. |