You will notice a crackling sound created by some kind of static energy, I think, that was coming through during the whole recording. I don’t know what caused it, or how to prevent it (if you do, please let me know!)

But seeing as these songs only come once, I am not going to re-record. And I find it rather ironic - since this moment was all about truly letting my ego step aside (my ego who has now decided I am rather good at improvising so wants to take back over). I apologize if it makes it hard for you to listen, and receive. But if you’d like, you can imagine it as the energetic percussion section that is helping me stop grasping at perfection. Which is probably exactly what it is…

I am loud.
The all of me is grand, and growing.
I am ready for love,
For what will come
When I break open, again.

Tears may come,
Tears may come,
And yet I am ready for love.

Years may come
Between a knowing
Of what that flowing
May bring.

But I am ready for love.

Sing to me from ancient time,
Sing to me from that place I long to be.

Sing to me, my love,
From that time -
Where was…?

Tears may come
And years may go
Before I ever know.

Tears may come
And years may go
Before I ever know.

But I am here for love
Only here
For all that comes
From love.

Oh I am ready
For only love.