Violins are playing now and

well they should.  In he movies,

where life imitates art, when the

lover reaches for the lover's hand

what do we hear?  Violins are playing

now and well they should.  My life

is imitating art, like movies

and I'm reaching for the

hand of a lover.

 

Violins are playing now

and beautifully.  A crescendo

is coming.  This is the moment.

This moment, now.