Waves with winds of breathless gale Toss such too and fro Driven Sea shall move and wail Rock of love Not so.

And so the craftsman was dimly seen, through a window of warm and flickering light, polishing and tuning the fine instrument, humming a sweet little tune, rather... deep into the night.

Warm inside, rains soft patter Here this day, oh no clatter As music fills the quiet room And time is treasure Rich in bloom. :-)

Good morning! How's your morning so far?? a few cups of coffee later and all is well:-) Actually, today is a beautiful and sunny day and also filled with joy for me as I will be working on my new tunes.! Time...that priceless commodity is what my jar is full of today!! As I was working the other day,  a lady was talking about music, in general, and complaining about the fact that everything now...