Love is Musical

Andrew's fingers softly caressed the keys for a moment without pressing them. He stretched his fingers slightly and seated himself at the piano. With a quick glance he found his position and placed his hands gently down.

Sweet music filled the air, and a fragrance suddenly seemed to drift from the vase of roses that sat on the piano. His fingers crept lovingly across the keys and his face was intent upon the sounds. Like a gentle river the music wound its rhythmic way across the room.

There was silence for a moment and Helen was still. The candlelight shone on Andrew's face as he sat motionless. The ivory keys were stilled and his fingers moved no longer.

"I have nothing more to add." he said. "Love is musical, and for me it speaks more than words."

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