Blessed be the covenant of love between what is hidden and what is revealed. - Leonard Cohen

My friends are gone and My hair is grey. I ache in the places where I used to play. And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on. I'm just paying my rent everyday In the Tower Of Song.

This is the only poem I can read. I am the only one who can write it. I didn’t kill myself when things went wrong. I didn’t turn to drugs or teaching. I tried to sleep. But when I couldn’t sleep, I learned to write. I learned to write what might be read on nights like this by one like me.

Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.