Words Are Still in the Dream

From Jonathan Brooke

Richards dear Brother-

Words often fall short of what we wish to express, But sometimes with music, it's when we hear best. This song came to me in the shadow of a dream, There once were words but they've been misplaced, it seems. You know the guitar, it whispers and sings, Complex or simple, such joy it brings. Grateful for you and the vision you share- To stand and take pause, and say: I truly care! Rule number one: There are no rules, Rule number two, there is no one else quite like you... In all sincerity, this song- I can't hear the exact words, but I can imagine your prose against its melodies...