We are singers of songs and tellers of tales; stories for weary travelers who sail salt slung seas. Words lifted purposely one by one; thrown over sides of ships to appease wrathful, raging storms. Songs for racing hearts; cheers for heroes, hung high overhead, fearlessly balanced on single strand, falling gracefully, fearlessly, though air towards ground and dust. Words of loss and lament; of leaving behind and moving forward; following through for new and next. Dusty ideas shook full of fresh air and lit by angry flame, floating upward, breaking bonds of earth and sky.