The fragranceof lavender soap envelops melike the song’s lyrics. Wherever I travel I carrysongs with me, lost for the momentin the Appalachian hills as I walk through a gateat San Francisco International, as I walk past the lobby’s guardand then up the elevatorto a cubicle on the third floor. All day I walk in and outof woods carrying the songsof owls and bluegrass. They are…