The song plays but the words are not heard, 

They're lived.

The words are the catalyst evoking emotions,

For some the song is the want of today

WhIle others remember days ago.

But what happens when that one song takes your breath away.

When that song tells a story only 2 know...

The rhythm of crickets and frogs is no match for the rhythm of the heart beat and the harmony of breath.

The only light is that of lightning bugs, the flickering of a single candle and the pale filtered moon thru the whisp of clouds.

The warm air is thick with moisture and uncertainty of life.

The heat of passion holds the evening chill at bay and makes the clock unimportant  

Forever more that song will take them to a special time and place, 

That only they remember.