Oct 20, 2020
They read to each other from old and tattered books. Short stories, poetry, even one or two biographies. They listened to their favorite music as they read. A pair of thoughtful lovers leafing through other people’s lives, while music carried them along. Kindred spirits, voyeurs.
She loved him. He loved her. She ran her fingers along the dusty spines, feeling the leather rub against her skin.
His voice broke the silence.
“Darling, we love music, don’t we? Music has meant so much to us. Let’s share the music we love with the world.”
And so they did. And they left a soundtrack of their stay.