I enjoyed this piece, Steve. Heard soft, slow music wafting on a night breeze, saw the blue moon, felt the hearts beating, and ended on a softly sad note, but one that poses a wonderful question and concept. I particularly like this section:
"memories
and histories
written
and hidden
in a piano's soft sound
or a saxophone's mellow around
or a guitar or mandolin
each with a sound so thin
where does love begin
where does love end
Crystal Reed thought she had met the perfect man. Instead she finds herself entangled in a web of obsessive love and dark secrets, a world that has become tainted by deception and treachery.
"memories
and histories
written
and hidden
in a piano's soft sound
or a saxophone's mellow around
or a guitar or mandolin
each with a sound so thin
where does love begin
where does love end
in the music
that two hearts play"
Beautiful.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
"a piano softly plays
a saxophone lays
it's soft tune
at the moon.."
Great!