I love to sing with my heart, with my lips held tightly together, without anyone hearing me. In the silence, in my silence, letting my singing soul run free, free, in the silence of the soul. Creating small poems, musical poems of the heart, full of words that sing for me. Without anyone hearing me, in poems to sing, to sing life itself. Words that sing within me, with my own rhythm every day. Giving away those songs, distilled words, to sing, in silence. Verses, that sing, reflections of the air, of the inner noise. The disguised music, of my soul's mystery, delicate air of my life.