He looks at me.
I laugh.
He nods.
Our secret language.
...
The wind blows her hair,
And she stands still.
I see her there.
Invisible.
...
The wind whips my face
His mane streaming
We run together through the fields of corn
...
i sit and fume
there it is!
her secret, knowing smile.
...
i can never seem to tell you
can i?
the words float to the surface
of my mind
...
she puts a hand over her mouth.
grins to herself.
can't hold it in any longer.
the snicker bubbles over her lips.
...
Fingers brush the keys
Her soul is bared as she finds the chords
Playing her life into a song
...