silent_theatre crOwl look you'll find me here sleepwalking across the bridge past into future 080319 ... c r 0 w l perhaps i could stand under your tree and listen to the sound of god 080320 ... c r 0 w l perhaps i'll find eden under your tree when i drink spoonfuls of sap i live forever 080320 ... c r 0 w l birds arrive in spring i come to sit under your tree my song is my vice 080320 ... c r 0 w l listening i hear still hope in a woodpecker's knock upon a dead tree still alive without regret i find what there is silence at the end of sound 080412 ... c r 0 w l russian orphan boy knocks down a clay-potted plant say you are sorry but it doesn't have a face 080423 what's it to you? who go blather from