im sorry but i really haven't got any information about it..... i found this written on tissue paper stuffed in an old book....

I tell the story of love, the story of sorrow, the story that saves and the story that destroys.
I am the smoke that palls over the field of battle where men die with me on their lips.
I am close to the marriage altar, and when the grave opens I stand nearby.
I call the wanderer home, I rescue the soul from the depths.
I open the lips of love and through me the dead whisper to the living.
One i serve, as i serve all, and the leaders i make my slaves as easily as i subject their slaves.
I speak through the birds of the air, the insects of the field, the crash of water on rock-ribbed shores, the sighing of the winds in the trees and i am even heard by the soul that knows me in the clatter of the wheels in city streets.
I am music.

(anonymous)

it's beautiful really.... i can only hope that my own writing will ever reach this level.
thank you so much... ^^