Sharing more Love (poem & video)

I did not know he was breathing me in, during the blackest night of my soul. Quietly, he did tiptoe, night after night after night. Boldy, he did lean close, breathing in my rhythm, my joy. Note after note after note, peeling away my songs; making my music his own. Skilled precision, no remorse. Waking …

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