A crazy little flutter entrances the heart of the beholder. It’s slight, almost mute by nature, but the beauty of her golden locks only accentuates the slight flush, as the words escape her pink lips. The heart not only flutters or skips several beats, but it passes whole notes and sheets of musical inquiry. The world stops only to notice the love shared between the two souls that not only share the depths of one’s eyes, but also the tangled strands that weave about between every sheet of music the graces their mantle. The notes slide down these strands into the misshapen song that not only skips and scratches off of the perfect imperfection that is the vinyl of life but they also create a new song that can only be heard by the two that hear nothing more than the soft whisper of each other’s breath.