Auralye on a Harp

A slow scale of notes morphed into their own tune: something wistful, sweet, and simple. Fingers tinkled on the valves like stars dancing steps across a stage, cheeks ballooning out like a supernova about to explode sound across the room, the lips...      The lips removed themselves from the mouthpiece, her pink tongue slowly licking the dryness away.      But her eyes.      Those emerald beauties...