I sit here, watching a breeze drift through my window, my heavy beige drapes flutter. My room is illuminated by only the afternoon sunlight that manages to seep through the coarse material, casting a golden light that can only be compared to vintage photographs. My room is dark, save for this glow; a glow that eliminates all color in my room except for it, casting everything in bronze.

A beautiful piano, melancholy and slow, whispers from my speakers, wafting its hypnotic spell around my room clinging to the walls and soaking in. Every note makes my heart flutter, and my soul drift into sentimentality. My breathing is tranquil, my head is light, and as the gold rays filter into my little room, I feel as if I am floating on the small beams of light. I am riding on the waves of the music, I am cradled by a golden aura and I am lifted. I am wrapped in a cocoon, in this, my little room, impenetrable and solitary. Alas, I am the only one, there exists no one but me, bathing in the golden light that begins to fade, clothed in the music of sentimentality. I am alone, even the sun diminishes as it is blocked by anonymous clouds and the music decrescendos leaving me in my sentiment. I hear nothing, not the people outside not the dull murmur of my fans, nothing except the music, and the resonating click of my fingers punching in the keys. Even that, in time, fades away. I am swimming in the music. I am a woman, who loves with all her heart, who forgives too easily. I am a woman, who has cried both tears of pain and happiness, who laughs whole heartedly. I am a woman who dreams, and regrets nothing, for it all is nothing in the end. I am a woman who has tried to find herself and once I found a small part, I became lost more then I was before. I am a woman of sensuality, of passion. I am a woman who believes in forever. I am a woman, who is waiting for forever. My head is light, and floating. My temperature rises, not enough wind is getting through my heavy drapes. The piano is melancholy and slow, drifting, like a leaf on the infinite ocean. I am drifting, on this ocean… drifting…drifting. The waves lapping over me, sucking at my skin, caressing me more intimately then the hands of a lover, holding me, absorbing me, becoming me. Hold me, like the ocean. Know me, like the piano knows the keys. Let the golden light caress and soak into our skin, as you wash over me like the tide. Distract me from my sentiment; forever. Quench my longing; forever. Lay with me, pressing against me, skin to skin, flesh to flesh. Lay with me and let the silence speak for us. Touch me, and let each finger express what I see in your eyes. Feel me, only me, and the golden rays. Drift with me, our bodies swaying to a rhythm long ago set by nature. A music, which can only be heard when everything is silent. It is the beating of our hearts, pressed together. It is our breathing, heavy, labored, and soft. It is written in our eyes, the notes spreading out in each iris. It is the sheets wrapping around us, it is our fingers clutching. It is sung in each interval that our eyes connect, with each kiss, and each time we inhale each other; becoming one another for a second. Wrap around me, press against me, let me feel your warmth as it radiates into me, forever.