[Concerto in D]

At the risk of sounding maudlin (which I'm not), perhaps it's the similarity to the tugging of one's heartstrings for things gone and for things done in solitude: Mom's reading "Somebody's Mother"; Dad's reading one of the Psalms or singing opera TOTALLY off-key; watching a perfect sunrise; or as one songwriter put it: The upward glancing of the eye when none but God is near.

[secret garden]

Now you've got me eager to hear the rest of that song.

[Agnes Heep]

That could very well be. I've been a sentimentalist since childhood, though I've acquired a very strong rational streak simply because I've felt it was the proper thing to do. Whatever the cause, plucked strings are, to me, like catnip to a cat.

[RikaStrom]

I like your logic, verbally visual.

And beautifuly expressed.