She laughs and the birds stop singing to listen; the trees stop rustling their leaves and the clouds part to allow the sun to watch and admire. The sound tickles my neck and flutters through my hair like a Summer's breeze. The music she creates is a wind chime and soft piano playing and I would dance along to it for an eternity , sustained by the magic of the poetic melody.
I stare, paralysed in awe, at the beauty I am witnessing, feeling so lucky that I have been blessed with the best composer of my lifetime.
