Once upon a night a candle burned while wax melted to reveal something that we would later call art.  I was intoxicated with his “gift of gab” while a genuine interest was taken in the plight that was my life. 

He said something about steering a boat, with me by his side at the helm…or sharing a boat after rescuing me from a sinking vessel at sea.  I don’t remember clearly what was said but it sounded amazingly chivalrous and altogether lovely. 

I forewarned him that I was easily swept off of my feet and he warned me that he could never love again.  An early-on impasse perhaps but the naive heart that guided me “way back when” saw this as a challenge. 

He courted me well for someone who would never fall in love and me forgetting the warning he gave was easily courted.  He was for sometime the “fairy tale prince” that most females dream of. 

It bears repeating that he showed a legitimate interest in who I was. There were nights that passed where all we did was talk. It was as if there were not enough hours in the day to share who we were and  it seemed sharing who we were pressed into the wee hours of the night.  There were at times an articulated intimacy so expressive, so revealing that I could feel a stirring deeper than any touch I’ve ever felt.

He opened my heart to a symphony of sounds and I would find myself wrapped in his embrace while Peter Gabriel crooned in the background.  He laughed at my distaste of Elvis Costello and Jethro Tull and pressed me unmercifully trying to find some clear reason he could understand for my dislike.  I would laugh because of his need to become their champion but would have fun defending my dislike while he attempted to convince me otherwise. 

I was introduced to the Beatles  by my father who was a major fan of their early stuff.  He loves telling the story of how he and his younger brother not being allowed to attend the concert at Red Rocks snuck up to the caves which are now sealed off above the theater to watch in it’s entirety the 1964 concert.  From an early age I was bombarded by “She Loves You”, “Help” “Day Tripper”, “Paper Back Writer”, “Nowhere Man” but I had never really been familiarized with their later material.