Once upon a time...

From time immemorial

to time for tea

the search is on

the quest has begun

Ima was holed up along Route 66; working on her new novel. Her typewriter sounded like a Mockingbird.

Who mandated that she would only give up her secret to the chosen one at the chose time.

So she told Ima that it could be found up there; right up there.

We are the music-makers

And we are the dreamers of dreams.

Musicians have always searched for that missing chord that would trip the light fantastic.

But it would seem to be forever hidden.

Who looked at Ima. She told her that you can’t find something that was never lost... It’s a fool’s journey.

With that, Who returned to the clouds.