I am my own accompanist, busy bridging the wide chasms of all I am not, trying to highlight just that filigree I might be, but with deserved discretion I am aware that I take liberties, that my notes suggest the shadows of songs that are quite other than the ones I sing, accompanist is near adversary I am not quite my own double, although I know I am one richly divided, even in song life hugs its loneliness, accompanist tries to keep me company accompanist and I wile hours away, occasionally happen on a smile Please try my philosophical fable.