. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: A star of friendship
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: Heart full of bokeh
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: Forgotten Treasures
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: Playing with ghosts
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: It's Always Tea-Time
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: If False And True Can Be The Same...
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: "Once the Queen is dead, the King is useless."
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: String of memories
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: Dreaming of blue skies
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: "Still thinkin' of running? Think you can outrun the world? You know the problem with being the last of anything, by and by there be none left at all."
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: Guard of the the Citadel
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: When you come back down
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: .Another rainy day.
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: .The Beginning Of It All.
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: .Dotted Checkerboard.
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: "Think of your child; then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that is transplanted, and touched by a divine hand, is blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those on earth."
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: .The World Awakens.
. : Bury Me With My Fiddle : .: The roots of the oaks and maples swirled and danced, until they created a beautiful instrument, to which none other could compare. It’s silver strings set the woods to sleep by the echo of its entrancing melody, never to wake, ever to dream.