Allison moves her toes in time with the music. Its solemn harmonics tickle the mind .Though I can not see it , and I hear it at a loss, I feel it just the same. I cry when my Allison cries, when her lover is sad. I giggle when it is vivacious , and when its speaks of death ,I die.Aghh ……you say we are typical children , pathetic, shallow like the population. I am sorry you are so high to be so low. See it not by choice but circumstance that lures us to these familiar cords. Perhaps you are right and we are simply contributing to a social downfall. Then again it may be society that has failed us. We will continue to listen , continue to feel , and I am certain you wont be down to visit anytime soon. But preach on my beautiful tenor, though it changes nothing but my mood. Our group of outcasts grows. I love to her your words and though they don’t truly reach me they soothe me anyway..