There is a measured degree of success in reading a book in an empty library with the ghosts of the authors as one's company. Sing me a lullaby my sweet authors Dance with me as I dance in your worlds for the time being. Show me that life isn't scary, isn't to be feared but to be remembered in the writings and photos of the day. Let us waltz and let us be friends without time to be remembered, with time to be cherised May we watch the shadows and the candles play out constellations of human warmth, in an age of mosaic beauty and prompt excuses for song. "So long as we are warm and so long as we are happy Never let me go, because without your arm entwined in mine, I would freeze and I would fall."