Love the rain of your musical notes. Do, Re, Mi…

In my brain. I have this whole silence lake just for you.

Where your sweet drops fall and fill the entire enclosure.

Ah, I bathe in it every time I can. Honey isn’t as sweet. No kidding.

I can even hear my Mama’s voice from beyond the curtain of Death.

Or the nightingale that flew by yesterday. Love you more than anything.

Anything. You are as precious to me as the wooden box where I keep

the kisses of my loved one, wrapped in velvet fabric. You are as

precious as Maria’s hands caressing Jesus cheeks. Love you.

I’m running out of words and would not want to annoy you any

further.

EO