Lost In Thought

"A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music...And men crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again"; that is as much to say: "May new sufferings torment your soul, but may your lips be formed as before; the cries would only frighten us, but the music is delicious."

Till later, i'm
LostInThought
Michael