I'm dreaming dreams,
I'm scheming schemes, I'm building castles high.
They're born anew, their days are few,
Just like a sweet butterfly.
And as the daylight is dawning,
They come again in the morning ....

who knows if the moon's
a balloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky - filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should



get into it, if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited, where

always
it's
Spring) and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves.

~ e.e. cummings

You are the words
I am the tune
Play me ....

I see you waiting for me
I see you smile tenderly
Deep in this world we are one
Deep in this world we can be ….

Everybody else has gone,
But you're still here with me.
All the world is sleeping by and by.
Through the windowpane
The frosted light is streaming in,
Full moon sailing high across the sky.
Tonight is like the night when we first met.
I always knew I never would forget you.