A shared thought stream from which words take flight and the hand is moved to write. This song is neither mine nor yours but emerges from this that we all share...it emerges from this fountain that weaves a delight with the very words that keeps some prisoners and gives some wings...This tapestry that love weaves is the story of you, me and we...and yet as the cloth emerges from the weavers loom there is no longer a you or a me or even a we…