#33

When I first saw you cross my vision all I could hear was my heart sounding like a drum kit.

I was sure you were an angel, I was waiting for Gabriel to blow his trumpet.

I almost began to whistle at you but the sound wouldn't be worth it.

The woman more gratifying than the sound of a purified saxophone.

So majestic, I swear I thought I heard a guitar lightly in the background but was an arpeggione.

But nothing would prepare me for the impact of the greatest instrument, that could move all of the oceans.

Your human voice, so filled with emotion.

In my mind, body and soul there was a great commotion.

Like the crash of cymbals and percussion instruments.

And just like that...

...you were gone in an instance.