We were talking of various little things on the way back to the house. He told me stories of his travels when he was studying abroad and all the different cultures out there in this small world. We found some very common ground in music and literature the previous night, and it is unusual for me to find young men whom enjoy music as much as I, they all seem to know of literature but seldom any music. Not only does he respect it and know its history, he also plays it! We sat in the parlour and we talked with my famly about other various little things in our location.
``Oh my dear Willow, will you please play that song on the piano that I love so much?" She said as sweetly as she could casting little looks at Mr. Tremonton. "She is quite a wonder on the piano Mr. Tremonton."
"Miss. Willow, will you please play? I would love to hear" Lane gave me a smile and my stomache gave a flip.

I silently stood and walked to piano in the corner of the room. I sat down gracefully as I was taught and arranged my many layers of skirt so that they were still presentable. I put my finger tips of the keys and played the B flat conert tetra chord as a short warm up; the sound was beautiful. I then started to play "Ave verum corpus" by Wolfgang Mozart. I faded into the music like a butterfly dissapearing into the morning mists. I let my fingers play the music and my voice became the butterfly engulfed in it. Though I did not know what the latin words ment I felt as though I did. Every fibre in my body was a part of that music. I closed my eyes and let it completely over power me. When I sang the last note and my fingers fluttered over the last chord my spell was broken. I lingered on that last note smiling at myself, there is not anything in this world I could love more than music. I stood from the velvet covered bench, turned on that practiced demure face and turned to my audience. After a few seconds of clapping and "thank-yous", Lane walked over to me, he took my hand and kissed it gingerly. I fought down the blush coming into my cheeks, my mother wearing a satisfied smile as she watched, and gave him a small polite smile. I sometimes wish that I could show my real emotions, but tis not lady like to do so.

"I am afraid that I must take my leave now"

"Oh must you really?" asked my father "we verily enjoy your company."

Lane smiled and bowed to my parents, "I shall not intrude on you any longer, I have other buisness to achieve before the sun dissapears."

My father wore a childesh face of dissapointment, "well if you must, but do know that we will welcome you to our home anytime. Willow please escort Mr. Tremonton out."

"Yes Papa."

"Thank-you ever so much for alowing me the time to talk to your lovely daughter and yourselves." Lane bowed again and I took his awaiting arm.

"That was the most wonderful playing I have ever heard my dear, and played by one of the most beautiful women."

"Thank-you Mr.Tremonton," I couldnt fight the blush in my cheeks I hope he didnt see. We stopped in the coat room, and he retrieved his coat and hat.

"Will you come again Mr.Tremonton?" He looked at me, then took a step forward, before I knew what was happening his lips touched mine, his one hand on my chin and the other pressed into my waist. I was shocked but I relaxed into his kiss. When he let me go his green eyes looked deeply into mine.

"Yes Willow, I will come again." Then he swept his hat ontop of his head and walked out the door, leaving me standing there breathless.

"I saw that," came a whisper from behind the curtain.

"ROBIN!?"

"Im gonna tell...no one." he ran away giggling.

ave verum corpus