Emily Romrell

Where My Books Go

All the words that I utter, And all the words that I write,

Must spread out their wings untiring,

And never rest in their flight,

Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,

And sing to you in the night,

Beyond where the waters are moving,

Storm-darkened or starry bright.

~ W. B. Yeats

I like to sing with people, whether they’re good or not. ~ John Stamos

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think. ~ Rumi

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. ~ Langston Hughes

The light was bright and the room was quiet. Hundreds of faces, some familiar and some not, were turned towards a small girl who stood on a stage.

Estimated Reading Time

Those who wish to sing will always find a song.