She was like the last twenty-two seconds of a song I never wanted to end. Unlike anything I’d heard before. Especially not like the trash that frequents the radio. There were no lyrics; at least not ones I could discern. Just a mellifluous musical denouement. She was as…
“…as haunting as Chopin’s twenty-one nocturnes, as sublime as Beethoven’s fifth. He was her favorite.
She was mine”
That. Is just so musically mesmerizing and will forever leave me with chills down my spine.