Ben folds five – Still fighting it / A stunning work of pure fiction…

As usual, your gift for painting a story with words has brushed against my heart like that of a painters brush against the canvass upon which he works so hard to capture the beauty in the moment of ‘now’.

Music dances upon the wind as I read your words here. The birds echo the brilliance of your song and the sky smiles down upon us little ones with a promise from the SUN that we are never alone…and that the Light is with us and IN us always.

May your fingers continue to dance upon the keypad as you teach us, your students the many mysteries of life…as you understand it to be.

All my love and a gentle kiss upon your hand with a special ring of magic I bid you love and laughter.