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Sparks Fly from his fingertips, magical notes hit the sky

Please pay no attention to my reaction...beautiful music makes me cry.

Clouds clear inside my head with every four count strum,

but not before the rain escapes .....Where do his thoughts come from?

Every song is like an ocean flowing into place,

Each with its own emotional wave showing on his face.

And the creativeness he shows me is amplified by mine.

I see so much inside the song...then cry just one more time.

~~Michelle~~

The sun and wind seem to mix as they slowly begin to massage my body and I lay my head down on the summer green grass...and I'm just this side of gone.   The summer weather takes me back to the places I've always wanted to travel back to, but I know the roads are gone forever...to a time that has passed so quickly that I was never so sure it was gone, ..until now.  My mind focuses on the present time, sunset.  The life I've known this day will turn into new experiences for tomorrow.  The weather changes and takes with it many of the thoughts I've had today, but only temporarily.  They will always return to me just as the sun does...but I will never be able to return to them. So, I keep them locked away where only I have the power to reach them and cherish them.........on the next sunny day.

~~~Michelle~~~