Music

I'm sit on the park bench in my own world as a series of notes wash over me with more force than and ocean way.

Flowing through my body and filling my soul with the passion to dream.

To be the creator of such magic would be an honor.

As I tap my foot to the tempo and sway gently as the wind sends my hair in a dramatic whirl, I smile.

I feel warm and cozy. Right were I belong in the embrace of my lover.