There is sweet music that softer falls. Than petals from blown roses on the grass. Or night-dews on still waters between walls. Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass. Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
“He is so sweet, and he’s there with me. He’s not in a separate room, he’s right there and, ya know, he’s helping me with the lines. He’s doing the other characters, doing the other voices, and, I mean that’s just so much fun. It’s good to have a director that also is serious but he still gets into it.”