Hour Eight: Prompt: Music without words by Max Richter

Gentle patter.

Gentle quiet.

Ease your breath, I will come to you.

A caress is a caress.

Hope to a cry that will be answered.

Feel me? Yes, I sense and caress.

You are not alone.

I see you, and you are not alone.

Feel me with you.

Dry your eyes for now. I will dry them for you, one day, one day sooner than you know.DMW