“IN MEMORIAM: FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE She whom we love, our Lady of Compassion, Can never die, for Love forbids her death. Love has bent down in his old kindly fashion, And breathed upon her his immortal breath. On wounded soldiers, in their anguish lying, Her gentle spirit shall descend like rain. Where the white flag with the red cross is flying, There shall she dwell, the vanquisher of pain.” PainSpiritLyingDiesWhiteCompassionFashionRedRainCrossesBreathsSoldierFlyingGentleImmortalFlagsWoundedBentAnguishNightingalesFlorenceRed CrossWhite FlagFlorence NightingaleWounded SoldierGentle Spirit Book:Summer of Love Source: Summer of Love
“Eric's performance is an awesome and entirely honest expression of the pain and beauty of his music. To watch him play is like riding on the tail of a dragon, but he is so gentle with his rider, you forget how high up you are or how intense the ride is. He is perhaps the most generous performer I have ever watched, every bit of himself is given to the audience. He's like a Marina Abramovic with a piano, completely and deeply committed, regardless of that pain.” PlayPainGivenBitsForgetWatchesAudienceHonestExpressionPerformancesCommittedIntenseGentlePianoGenerousDragonsPerformersRidingTailsRidersEric Author:Tea Leoni