amos_lee bluesleevesgreen the sound of him in the dim light of the morning the sound of him echoing in the warm air and on the stalely cold walls the sound of him hushing the suns loud rise outside my window its the sound of the day slowing down its the sound of the music filling up its the sound of emotion growing in me a picture of my ceiling from my bed a memory of you and i under blankets a moment much close to my heart to show the world...yet the sound of his voice, in that room, with this person named kim is the closest i can think to a selfless free love 051004 what's it to you? who go blather from