What is a life? Is it merely a succession of the moments that fly from birth to death? Surely not, for each heart makes its own melodies. Each melody sounds its own symphony of emotions. Each emotion offered from the heart creates its own connections that can never be gainsaid. Perhaps there is no record of a life more telling than the handful of poems a soul has thought to write down. And so this volume holds my life, its melodies caught in these poor poems. This is my life, slender as a flower, dancing forever. These are the poems that have fallen from a heart full of love. One by one, they sing for you, Beloved.