The hearld I answer is the one whispering in my ear hitching a ride with me or is it I with her on the winds... we fly, we are never shy no nevermore will she and I be tamed or shamed or blamed... in trance we roam without a home stopping by afar galaxies unborn we dance the rhyme sweet in sound rich in color all around we fling the stars in fun each night return by dawn's faint light we wait for nights' respose to put a twinkle in our toes to tweek our ears to the call laughing, laughing in the hall...