I want to grow that place of comfort,

with a garden I can throw in fresh seeds

of musical ideas, to nurture into songs.

add space, add wonder, add emptiness;

and then fill it, tune by tune, with love.

When I am lost, exhausted

burnt out of life's demands

I'll find refuge amidst those walls

built on the foundation of lessons,

which even if I lost all my memory,

will not be forgotten.