Can777

He stood there every night...every night! Hidden behind the heavy curtains of the circus ring, watching her. He looked high up into the circus dome where she flew like a black hummingbird. He loved her. Infinitely!...

And now I'm standing here with bare feet on the old, cold parquet floor of the conservatory. It is lit with dozens of burning candles. Under the soles of my bare feet, I can still feel the vibration of your cello flowing through the floor....