Sometimes the song is written down without ink
And the notes on the scores are made by crying
In your darkest moments loneliness is the muse
For inspiration only inspired by great sadness
And the song has no end, it is a song of tears
About the Author
This is me, Leendert. I am a little bit old-fashioned and I love things from the past, old series like All Creatures Great And Small and On The Buses, mechanical wristwatches, bi-focal glasses, the old Pub Clock in the living room and vinyl records on my Garrard record player for example. I like shiny rings, bracelets and necklaces. Eccentric. You can often find me in the kitchen at parties.
