"Hoover's poetry seems to me closely related to her music. We often speak of poetry as "musical" when in addition to the meaning of the words their sound has its own interest... These poems are frequently deeply heartfelt. They are also wonderfully varied." -Leslie Gerber (music critic, poet, and author of "Lies of the Poets") And so we began a silent circling vigil I, moving, pausing the hawk lifting, gliding then perching nearby, a long, liquid dance. Music, my love, you spoke to me as a child watering the desert of my heart; beckoning with urgency you took my soul for your own. Well, handsome, I guess it's not in the stars but I'll have the touch of your suede vest and the sweep of your shoulders to go I took some leaves a spider web flowers, rain I cut them in pieces sewed them in strips and bound them with ribbons. Running in the park electric exhilaration in a brisk wind sweatshirts, ruddy cheeks and brotherhood with the fast and slow