EdwardCullencRaZy

cold dawn slumbers on, unaware of the baton preparing to strike . . . dead, forgotten leaves rustling softly together, declare the threshold of a new day. this subtle chime awakens one tree then another, all listening intently to a mellifluous saxophone melody. as each plant awakens, another color brightens the sky, vibrant violet, sapphire blue, passionate red, brilliant gold. more and more colors emerge, growing into an overwhelming explosion of silence. confidently, bass clarinet engages the dance the sun’s warmth invigorating his steps. branches lightly graze one another too innocent to recognize impulsive lust until

An accordion yes, we have an accordion and that’s why we rock. Ben starts the piece, the dulcet sound of his accordion ensnaring the audience, captivating them. Trombones sing sweet harmony beneath. It's almost a love song . . . until he rouses the stage–the horse– forcing a faster tempo galloping across Texas the cowboy left far behind witlessly flirting with showgirls. The horse, now drunk on tequila heading dauntlessly to Tijuana. Thinking he's reached his destination he's stopped, desperate for a drink. Flutes dance mischievously around him trumpets swing the relaxed rhythm confusing the intoxicated h

Walking down a meandering staircase hand in hand, his invigorating my own. Candles lit innocuously all around with soft darkness on their heals. The misty lake, gently lapping at the shore. An echoing calmness replacing our melancholy of following him. Silently we slip into the boat. At first, only black and white until I felt the rose withing the Phantom . . . The throbbing red rose. Oh, how it sparked. All qualms forgotten. Can you feel the sweet, unending ecstacy? Indulge your senses, feel his sultry. Be filled. Let his aura mollify your fears. We have reached the shore where he dwells. Intoxicating music surrounding the