As the storm clouds reached the shore the winds blew deep within the floors. Rumbles and shakes, rattles and hums. I ran to the door looking for love. I ran to the door and found noone. The clouds drew closer. As I watched they came upon my door with the sounds of Bach. The trees bent away from the clouds as they grew to a size profound. I saw, in the midst of all the haste A picture of her with a tender face. Bluest eyes I could see with serenity and grace. As I was taken away by the winds, I realized that I had left without a trace.