It is a warm night, gentle breeze tickling the leaves in the trees, the crickets can be heard in the distance..playing softly their night song. The moon is full with it's slivery light and the stars bear witness to all below.
She is dancing in the garden, spinning round...the material of her skirt taken a life of its own...she bends and twirls gracefully, her body flowing with the music. The blades of grass, that blanket the spot she twirls upon, respond to the touch of her bare feet...the green blades, bending and arching, following suite of her moves.
He sits upon a ledge, next to the goldfish pond...a small waterfall flowing...as smoothly as his fingers flow, across the strings of guitar.....watching her intently, he is mesmerized, by the graceful passion in dance...around ...around...her slender neck bends backward, her arms and hands drawing him to her...hips provocative in their gentle swaying....a subtleness of seduction, as she arches her back to hold a pose, for an ever so slight second of pause, that comes in the music.
As his feel of consciousness, is lost to the dreamlike aura of her dance, the urgency of his playing fills her body with feverish excitement...her eyes are alive with emotion...she is an extension of his playing...or is it his playing, the extension of her dancing. No matter, they have become one with each other...the building crescendo they both take great pleasure embracing, as their musical passion is spent..his hands..her movements..come to a gratifying cadence...she quickly falls to the ground, just as his fingers play no more....
Tim...I like this one really well. As you can read, you never fail, to inspire a tale of romance and passion....You are still Zorro baby!!!
Listening on headphones and the balance and sounds sound excellent. A short acoustic journey of mystery and intrigue, with a few twists and turns 