Amazon.com description: Product Description: A thought, a feeling, even this, which hangs in the air, is the most restless thing that cries out for a word to give it identity and a voice to set it free. Only then does it seek after your eyes to give it meaning. Here are those feelings and thoughts that finally found words but refused to rest until they were sentenced. In their sincerity they seek justification, not through your voice, because they have their own, but through your ears because they sing. They make you pause and listen to their dulcet sounds that soon enough you will sing along and they become your own. They seek after your heart and expose you to those feelings whose extremes you had forgotten or simply ignored and provoke your mind to vacillate between your truths and your realities to their own, so that you pause, to question, to debate, or simply because you are sad, as they elevate you to near philosophic melancholy. Not a single one of your emotions is spared as you oscillate between these extremes. You have tasted your tears when you read the Eulogies to "Nelly and Evelyn" you are intrigued when you find romance in a stone, but because of the lyrical sounds coming from " Pristine Christine" you are soothed to read again, so that your heart may sing and your mind is lulled to free its own Muses.