Picture the mysterious flight of the Dragonfly as it skims across the water trying to relate to the world below what a beautiful place it lives in. It's frustration as it can't share with the underworld but it knows the mystery of it's journey
Written with my a close friend who tragically passed in 2008. We were sitting at the piano and she played a cord that didn't work at all with what we were doing, but resulted in 'DeAnna Sings'
