A blind fall had her frail moorings open suddenly, and a burst of faint music evoked incommunicable emotion, like a wave trailing in her wake.
Blind Fall
Everything
A present, rare and wonderful. Music proved to be everything.
Phantom Grief
Dancing slowly to the ruined music, phantom grief and long drawn gloom.
A Dance
We had a dance. I loved the music, but it sounded sweetest in the dark. By skylight it was our devil's psalmody.
