The Dance of the Muse.

``Make it bitty, scrappy, drift, come back...easy...it`s your space. Do what you will.`` This is what you wrote to me the other day about my blog. You said you had seen it and loved it. And then you corroborated it with this message ``make it bitty, scrappy, drift, come back...`` Oh me, oh my, that sounds like a waltz, i said, closing my eyes in my space. My words dance a dervish dance. Even just a bitty note from you sounds like music, and not just to my ears.