Comparisons

the theory of another:

a reading of TMBG's Build a little birdhouse in your soul as a love ballad and likens the object of the song to this poem by E Dickinson:

   Hope is the thing with feathers
  That perches in the soul,
  And sings the tune without the words,
  And never stops at all,

 And sweetest in the gale is heard;
  And sore must be the storm
  That could abash the little bird
  That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
  And on the strangest sea;
  Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


People can be so great.