“Today is beautiful and I am dreaming of you and enigma and how we are together today: your words in my ears making me limp and taut by turns with delight. Oh, I am sure we could use each other today.

I like to believe that you are writing my music now: god knows i’m not doing it, because it simply seems to happen.

Pardon the intrusion: but when in September will you be back? I would like to measure my breath in relation to the air between us.”