Our Death Is Our Wedding With Eternity.

Criticism Polishes My Mirror.

Live At The Empty Heart Of Paradox. I'll Dance With You There, Cheek To Cheek.

Those Loves Which Are For The Sake Of A Colour Are Not Love. In The End They Are A Disgrace.

The Breath Of The Flute Player: Does It Belong To The Flute?

Listen To The Unstruck Sounds, And What Sifts Through That Music.