Do we inhabit some micro-space
and interface through wires.
Dance on a printed circuit board
throw the software to the fires.
My memory is slim -- so volatile
but I'm learning.
Plug yourself in. Stay for awhile
Un-discerning.
And on dusty terminals
finger me lightly do.
And QWERTY is the name of love
printed on the V.D.U.
Cut yourself free. We're all alone
communicating
| 1 | Fly By Night |
| 2 | Calliandra Shade |
| 3 | The Habanero Reel |
| 4 | Rupi's Dance |
| 5 | Sanctuary |
| 6 | Made In England |
| 7 | The Secret Language of Birds |
| 8 | Not Ralitsa Vassileva |
| 9 | Toad In The Hole |
| 10 | End Game |