Solo guitar auditions.
Lemon cake is out of the oven.

It smells so good it makes me want to dance a little ballet and sing an operetta.

The cat invites herself with a few moves.

Electric crescendo, trembling dance, excitement rising.
Sweet and sour bites so finger-licking good.

The strings whip out unwritten poetry and mesmerized by the song's rhythm, my lips instantly whistle the fiery melody.