The Ramblings of the Player

Music, When Soft Voices Die
by Percy Rysshe Shelley

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory-
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Here lie the mortal words of the player and mayhap some of the Characters as well.. i do not claim to be the best.. or even good when i write.. love them.. hate them.. that is your choice.. but they be true to me.. and thats what counts.. so continue on if you think you can handle the baring of my soul.. are you strong enough to view the hidden hurt and share my hidden joy? continue on.. we will see..

(©EAM 1997-1998..(with exception where noted).. if you want one ASK!! please.. do unto others.. *smiles* thanks.. oh yeah.. and the newest ones, for the most part, are at the top of thier sections..)

Addiction

She

Alone

Temptations Tango

Angels Kiss

The Beach

Little dittys, card style

Creation vs. Evolution

For Kevin

He Said, She Said

Hurt

Listen

Little Girl

Need

Sigh

The Chase

Baby

A Brush with Tortured Madness

how have you fared?.. did you cry? did you laugh? do you live? this page has been set up and is dedicated to Andrew Miller, a.k.a. Noble Fool.. who poked and prodded till i agreed to bare my soul before others.. any disparaging comments can be sent directly to him.. *chuckles*