It has only been two weeks since we had met in that grand house full of irksome snobs you a concertmaster soprano, me a lonely poet your eyes and lips requested me to watch you perform so a week later I went to the concert hall it was an rendition of Mozart's The Magic Flute she was playing the part of sweet Pamina her voice fluttered like butterfly wings I have seen many versions of this opera yet I have never seen one like hers ever the first time seen in my life Ach,ich fuhl's such a touching piece performed ******* my heart was pounding in my mouth sweat formed upon my brow I did not know if I was in heaven or hell I stood up when she finished and shouted bravo what a pair of knockers what a wonderful show