The Music

This song was airy, soft, calm, like the brush of butterflies on her cheek. This music make her want to drift, to close her eyes, to weep.

Instead of echoing her heartbeat, as the music of her youth had done, this new music echoed her thoughts, her hidden desires, her hidden pains. It was as though the player knew her, inside and out.

It was so soft, so tender. It frightened her, tore her apart and made her take a good look at herself...yet she never wanted it to end.