From the recording The Cabin
There's a cabin in the woods, I have the only key
How I love its quiet, I'm a right brain refuge
No one here to find me, don't need company
In between my fingers I feel possibility.
Put a log upon the fire, listen for the glow
Taste the sparkle of the silence, be the radio
When I turn the light on, anything can be
I can feel the pulling of the tides inside of me.
I can hear the wind outside, and I can hear the geese
Flying in a v-formation, autumn their release
Lift into the dance of arms-wide animation
Failure of my memory becomes imagination.