You’re no longer sure if the risk is really worth the prize.
A B3 blues ostinato, over slowly ascending strings, pulls you through.
From the balcony, down the staircase, running out the main doors in a flimsy burnoose,
then to a fevered embrace on the terrace and a perfect night.
The Rolls, Bentleys and Pierce Arrows were expensive, but the happy ending . . . priceless.
A dialog of the heart that’s resolved as the French horns restate the main theme.
Web Hosting powered by Network Solutions®