He Had Never Even Glimpsed

...bleak Territory Of The Heart.

Your Understanding Of A Place Changes The Longer You Stay; You Discover More, And Your Own Life Gets Woven Into The Fabric Of The Community.

Her Voice, High And Clear, Moved Through The Leaves, Through The Sunlight. It Splashed Onto The Gravel, The Grass. He Imagined The Notes Falling Into The Air Like Stones Into Water, Rippling The Invisible Surface Of The World. Waves Of Sound, Waves Of Light: His Father Had Tried To Pin Everything Down, But The World Was Fluid And Could Not Be Contained.

Music Is Like You Touch The Pulse Of The World. Music Is Always Happening, And Sometimes You Get To Touch It For A While, And When You Do You Know That Everything's Connetcted To Everything Else.

The Place Was A Familiar As Breath But As Far From His Life Now As The Moon.