I would write symphonies for you that would make angels weep

Once upon a time you had to be Mozart to have your music heard all over the world. Now all you need is a pare of tits. Good music is good. Great music is something the Goddess dances to and the Gods tremble at. When the cosmos sing to you your head should ache from hearing it. Your mind should real and tears should sing down your cheeks. Your body will have no form and it will only move. It will only vibrate. It will only be music. If I had to picture a time and a place to explode into the music.... it would be with you between my legs. We would write the song of ecstasy. The song of hedons, witches, pagans and angels. Queens in jeweled gowns and Kings with swords would bow and bend knees at it's grace when it was unleashed on the ears of the wretched souls and it would lift. It would lift us to heights unbearable.

I would write symphonies for him that would make angels weep.

What a lucky Angela she was.