STUDIO

                                  In the winter of her life
                                  She stands alone in the cold
                                  Filled with old memories and forgotten dreams
                                  Structure weakened 
                                  Worn by time and storm
                                  A new Dream slips in and 
                                  warms her heart
                                  Rebirth of the soul of creation
                                  The muse of Spring will come after all.

                                                                     Jeanne

                                               TIME 

                                     We live in a time of whiskey and wine…
                                   Living on the edge of an old thin line.
                                   Even as life swiftly passes us by…
                                   We live with ourselves through an image of lies.
                                   Look through the glass to see the reflection of age…
                                   Entangling our hearts into fits of rage.
                                   A vision of youth dances through your mind…
                                    But the reality is it has left you behind.

                                                                                  Adam Carpenter