Vagabond of Light

Long spider fingers wielding bells and mallets and chimes, sounded like what love should be, like astronomy, like the glitter on their black silk shirts. The music sprinkled galactic ozone on youthful minds the chords flowed smoothly much like the Milky Way and tasted faintly of mint and lavender. It was aloe on burnt skin. The minor chords and the silent beat carried the audience with care until the last note, which left us breathless.