She was flying.

Her body opens like budroses at dawn,
Embrasing the beams of sunlight that go through her pores,
Drinking the dew that slides through her petals,
Allowing herself to be caressed and invaded by the vibrating notes of the accordion.

The heart beats follow the rhythm,
Shyly at the beginning,
Driven into a frenzy afterwards.

Her eyes closed.

Time stops,

Just she, the accordion and her heart…