One Of His Tears Fell In My

I Wanted To Cry, But I Realized That I Was Too Old For That. I Would Be A Woman Soon And I Would Have To Learn How To Live With A Divided Heart.

They Sang The Words In Unison, Yet Somehow Created A Web Of Sounds With Their Voices. It Was Like Hearing A Piece Of Fabric Woven With All The Colors Of A Rainbow. I Did Not Know That Such Beauty Could Be Formed By The Human Mouth. I Had Never Heard Harmony Before.

It Was One Of Those Perfect Fall Days When The Air Is Cool Enough To Wake You Up But The Sun Is Also Kissing Your Face.

The Story It Told Was Unremarkable: A Tale Of Love Found And Lost- The Oldest Story In The World. The Only Story.

I Love Many Kinds Of Music: World Music, Jazz, Classical, Pop.