The Minstrels

He pulls out his fiddle...she pulls out her bass guitar...he sits at his keyboard.

They sing.

Songs of passionate love..of heartbreaking loss..of joy and sorrow..of life in all its splendor and beauty.

They dance.

They come alive. They are the past..the future..the present. They dream...their hearts wide open.

They fly.

When the world sleeps...and only when no one is looking.