Music fears nobody. And it refuses to be caged. Finally,

Little tree filled his lungs with the white airness of the night, as if he were going to fly.
The living voice of his parents. Elisha's eyes. These were reasons enough to set off on another adventure.
Reasons to be Toby Lolness again.

Elle voulait autre chose. Des mains qui se touchent sans rien donner.

Perseverance and audacity generally win.

I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.

It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my ''poems'' are competing.