"What kind of music? I'm really not sure. In the most general sense you could say 'their own': the taste of ripe cherries and the smell of the core of fresh oak. How can you disentangle the senses as they enter the sounds? Their music is a heightened sense of awareness wherever they go, and that creates a mesh like a spider's web, but the filaments in the songs are made of the finest strings of light instead, light filled with crane cackle, the smell of earth-ripening mushrooms, the look of an old Amish barn or a wine cellar from Marie Antoinette's basement.

"In Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre, you'll find some of the sophistication of thought and feeling that moves them." -The Sinissippi Tribune