MUSIC

Jesse remembered how much she meant to Parker. She could see it in his eyes. The sparkle that comes from love...from true love. A passion that doesn't come and go quickly.

Parker would hold her and caress her neck ever so gently within his palms. Holding her close and playing with her. When he played her, she spoke to him eloquently, she sang to his request. She sang songs of courage and love. Sometimes she sang songs of hatred and heart break. All the while, it was him that made her want to do this. It was him that gave her the ability to do this. Redemption. Without him, she was nothing. She travelled with him and remained by his side each and every day.

Her shapely curves allowed her to produce sound that he felt only he could appreciate. Deep and powerful yet often soft and bellowing. He wanted to share her with everyone. And everyone wanted to hear her sing as he played. She was a love that would never go away. She wanted to be played, and heard. She wanted to be appreciated, just like every good girl.

One brisk evening as the moon cascaded over the treetops, he showed Jesse what made him breathe easy. Jesse saw what made his dreams come to fruition and move mountains. When Parker took her shawl off and held her, Jesse could see why he was so in love. The idea that one thing so small could produce feelings so intimate left her in awe. He held her there in all her nakedness for Jesse to see.

Jesse began to feel a butterfly in her tummy. She drew from Parker's aura and was enjoying each minute as he tried to show her... as he tried to show what was the "right stuff". The right stuff being music....being love....being everything he could make it.

Everything he could make his guitar.