Fame And Success Are Very Different Things.

Look To Love And You May Dream, And If It Should Leave Then Give It Wings. But If A Love Is Meant To Be, Hope Is Home And The Heart Is Free.

There's Something About Celtic Mythology Which Is Deep In The Soul, And I Just Think That Somehow She Has Tapped Right Into It.

There Is No Formula To It Because Writing Every Song, For Me, Is A Little Journey. The First Note Has To Lift You And Make You Go, 'what's This?' You Play C, But Why Is It That One Day It Leads To G And It Didn't Yesterday? I Don't Know. It's Everything. It's The Walk You Take In The Morning, It's The Night Before, The Meeting With People, Landscapes, The Chats, All Of That Evolves In Some Way Into Melody, But I'm Not Sure How It's Going To Happen. I'm Dealing With The Unknown All The Time And That Is Exciting.

As With Anything Creative, Change Is Inevitable.

One Look At Love And You May See It Weaves A Web Over Mystery, All Ravelled Threads Can Rend Apart For Hope Has A Place In The Lover's Heart. Hope Has A Place In A Lover's Heart.