She carved the same design on me as she did on that little piece of wood. Something between a flower and a fruit. I was the blooming color. The brilliant tones of peach and navy. The ones that made her skin stand out and her lips seem redder and her eyes bigger. You saw me through those intense gazes, but not as someone you wanted to seduce. No, it was more than that. You wanted to create me. I was fresh, maleable, ready. I was your music in action.