"But each has their place in Creation and in the Heart," he says in an even, matter of fact tone as he fiddled with his device. All his attention was on the blond woman as the music started  and began to move her. He was captivated by the easy grace she evidenced as her head bobbed in time with the beat, her shoulders sinuously swayed with the rhythms and her world melted away  into the aural landscape he'd created and found the light that shone in her eyes as she was transported a gift beyond all measuring.<br/><br/>The way she joined in the music, the beauty of her smile as she hummed the melody were unexpected joys resulting from this experiement of his. As was the way her fingertips brushed along the top of his thigh, gentle as a soft, summer's breeze and with enough heat in the light caress to chase away the Winter's chill that had taken hold of him. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened his senses to all the little details of this moment.<br/><br/>Sensing the tension building up inside her, the Artist took in a deep breath and slipped up of the bench and reached for his companions hands. He was tacitly inviting her to rise with him, take his hands and just let go of all inhibitions and self restraint. He gazed into the depths of her eyes, silently coaxing her to let go and dance with him as the stars came out and twinkled against the velvetty blackness of the night sky.