fesit- if you havent listened to her.. please do!

this is how i feel about feist and her musical genius-


"This is how my heart behaves"

it takes me to a snowy part of the woods
and then to log cabins and apple ciders

and London and flowers and

cups of tea.

its gold liquid sunshine

in a cup

to drink 

and sometimes

it spills on white

table clothes 

making them better

and bright.

its like walking
so slow 

on a breezy

warm day

tall grass

a fortress guarding a smooth path

touch the

stalks

and your fingers are alive

white dress moves in the air

each crisp step

floating on 

spiraling black notes

tea cups still spilling

gold sun

and it catches inside your eyes...

they are gold too.