A solitary bold line of black streaks its way across a sea of white Speeding along the smooth parchment until it finally reaches the very point of no return It then doubles back on itself and swirls through the sheets like a gail force wind tearing the pages this way and that Lines form tangible constructs and soon shapes appear that give way to bits of sound These little pieces arrange themselves so naturally with such great precision that one could have given the black line the title Maestro And Maestro made her smile as a crashing wave of beautiful noises meld together creating one living entity entirely This entity allows such a smile so warm and full of life to spread upon her lips that nothing in the world seems more tantalizing than her in that precise moment She is woven in the finest garment ever shewn to any known person, and nothing short of beautiful for lack of a better word describes her You can feel it pulse in the very marrow of your bones Right to the very core of your soul as the ryhthm breathes the throes of life into your bloodstream Sail upon its cascading waves of pure delight Know that the world alone is never alone, but always looking upon with smiles broader than any expanse of land or depth of sea She is And she is to me |