There was a time in my life I could be content just sitting on my roof and letting my soul cascade out of the delicate strings of my violin. If I was happy; she laughed with me, If I was sad; her sorrowful cries could be heard for miles. I remember, way back when, sitting out under a full moon resting my head on the dew ridden shingles and staring up at the stars. Feeling the cool tropical spring breeze brush against my skin like a long lost lover returning home. I would sit and sing and write music that I would forget by mornings first light. Songs about love, lust, life, and longing. She let me connect my soul to the universe and let me sing my creations to life. And now that I've lost my delicate conduit to the stars, I feel myself lost in twilight. I have so many things I want to scream out to the heavens, but she isn't around any longer to lift my voice and my heart to the sky. Who would have thought a silly little piece of wood could make a troubled boy so happy. who would have thought that sometimes... playing her was all I ever needed.