Original Illustration from the book “THE WONDER JOURNAL”

I am the fiddler of the onion dome,

the spirit of fantasy, the angel of poetry.

I come and go between reality and infinite possibility.

I surprise, provoke and subvert until truth awakens.

I listen to the unutterable wishes,

I play the melody of unfathomable dreams.

I ride on Time, dancing both in now and the future.

I whistle to the moon, confide in the ants.

I write hope into history, turn the ordinary into legend.

I stand on the rooftop of the hill, making melody for all to hear.

I comfort dispirited orphans, calling forth their true identity.

I draw near every old soul of failing strength,

kindling their lamps of wisdom.

I am the fiddler of the onion roof.