Words can never describe my feelings on this tragedy. I can only hope these few words may give someone - somewhere- a little comfort.

I love music, especially violin music, but when I hear the gypsy violin something magical happens to me. All I have to do is close my eyes and I am amid the gypsies. I can almost smell their campfire and feel the music luring, tempting, craving - dance, dance, please dance for me.

When I visited Canada for the fist time it was "love at fist sight." Every time I returned, it felt like a homecoming. A part of me is always there and I'm in a constant state of being torn between two lovers. Ah, sweet memories of days gone by and dreams of days yet to come.

I live in the city and there always seems to be "noise." At times when my spirit needs a break and my eye catches a lonely seagull, my inner being reaches out to find silence and peace. What a gift to receive.

The perfect love, the perfect sharing, the perfect feeling, is what we all seem to be looking for. Some find it and some dream of it. I still dream and write about it. Perhaps some day I'll get lucky and actually find it.

Playing Guinevere and Lancelot with a poet on the Internet inspired me to write these sonnets. The muse was just "hanging" in the air and made me wonder how Guinevere and Lancelot may have expressed themselves towards each other, stealing a kiss or a secret touch, longing for the impossible.