It starts with a heartbeat, rhythm laid down, one-two, one-two, deep in your chest. It’s not the pulse of everyday life but something that runs more profound, a dreaming cadence, a secret drumming that you can’t share at first, not with anyone and especially not with her. The melody and chordal patterns might come later, when you’ve first made contact, when you discover that you haven’t made an utter fool of yourself and she might actually reciprocate what you feel, adding her own harmonies to the score tattooed across your heart.
"Saskia"
