I bring you a song from the hermit's mountain.
I bring you a drink from a virgin spring.
I bring you breath from life's best hollows
Where loneliness gives way to solitude
And prepares the soul for its mate.
Then it can embrace the dewy buds of free range love.

For I have come from a place
Where sound still creates it,
Where the echoes of the original hum can be heard.
Come and listen to the music
Come and sing it to me as we go.

-jenn