The evening air was warm and still the sun a golden glow,
she listened to the music of a man she didn’t know.
Each note played to perfection as it hung upon the air,
she just had to close her eyes to feel that he was there.
Piano was her greatest love, they called his style New Age,
Portuguese but little else she’d read it on his page.
His style she’d come to understand and love with such emotion,
intoxicated by his sound she gave him her devotion.
She wrapped her arms around her waist and gave into the feeling
of being whisked around the floor, it left her senses reeling.
Alone she danced the night away among the blazing stars,
imagination captured him with music and guitars.
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