“She is no longer here, but he won't let her go. So, where does that leave me? Well, that's easy. I'm left alone.”

“I'm left wondering just how far away from his heart he would let her go.”

“I'm struck with the realization that I'm holding onto a man who, for now, is holding onto me but he has still not let go of her.”

“Let me inside.” Gently biting her bottom lip, he pleaded, “Let me inside, and never let me go.”

“I want you to play for me,” he told her as he passed the violin back.Her elegant fingers gripped the neck of her Stradivarius as she gently pulled it up and rested it on her left shoulder. She turned her chin, so it sat perfectly in the chin rest at the base of the lower bout.“What would you like me to play?” she asked, closing her eyes.“Something you want me to hear.”

“I'm more annoyed than I probably should be, but all i can think about is the fact that she's here again. She's always here. "Because, Gemma, this is us." he explains in a voice that's now become somewhat detached. "We are three. Can't you see that? Just like any moment of beauty, we're all working in synchronicity to find that elusive moment, like that moment you and I found out in the vineyard...with her.”

“So I'm just suppose to bare my soul to you?" In the blink of the eye, he darkens the moment. "Well, you're asking me to bare mine.”