April 21, 2019

Arpeggio!

“I don’t know what it is,” she gasped, for it was hard to breath now, “but his arpeggios send me!”

It was growing late, but she couldn’t stop staring at the way his powerful fingers rippled up and down the keys in one polka after another.

“He’s … perfect,” she whispered, seeming to expire on the word.

 

'Arpeggio!'