THE STORY WAS INITIALLY CONCEIVED WITHOUT WORDS. SINCE 2003 I HAVE BEEN WRITING A POETIC NARRATION OF THE STORY:

page 1: where has the wind lost its way?
where has the breeze hidden the waves?
the moons reflection in the ripples used to sway.
why has the wind taken them away?

page 2: without a whispering breeze
recalling melodies out of seas
the fruit won't begin its dance
from branch to branch into my hands.

page 3: in whose metal lungs does the wind moan trapped?
who sinks through darkness with a fish on his back?
only the shadow sees
silent secrets held in memories

4: you are the peaches
i'll bake into a pie:
no need to add sugar
you're perfectly ripe.
i'll find a tune for my horn blow.
if the wind won't shake you down
i'll start my own storm.

5: root toot toot!
my trombone calls for you!
root toot toot!
you big fat fruit!

6: two heavy horns turned toward the call
in extreme surprise at the loud uproar.
their bewildered owner answers all calls punctually,
directly, discreetly and absolutely indiscriminately.

7: the owner of these fine horns
is a civilized beast.
a gentler soul
in this world
does not exist.
his numerous reputable friends
have on many occasion
upheld his reputation
and followed in admiration of no ends.

8: if by chance
the admired
happened to jump a bench in haste,
his admirers would applaud his taste.
on his cue they would all
take to the air.
only over the bench would they think to sail.

9: if by chance
the admired charged away in a rush,
aiming for a trombone
with intent to crush,
his admirers would miss him in tears
and wish him best of aim
around bothersome trees.

10: the sound of a trombone taking refuge unexpectedly
might be heard for miles beyond its vicinity
if the case might happen to be
that rushed aim was off by an inch or three.

11: rain
rain
rain peaches from the sky.
with the help of music critics i'll bake my pie.
dizzy
dizzy
dizzy they may sometimes be,
music critics may yet be of use to me.

12: you are the peaches
i'm bringing home tonight
you've been sweetened by gentle moonlight.
the wind has not recently whispered tunes for you,
but i hope my horn has brought your juices to bloom.

13: in my imagination
i can taste the melody
you'll be harmonizing in the pie
eventually.
your smell alone will more than suffice
to tantalize neighbors for miles and miles,
miles and miles
and
miles and miles.

14: aa daa dii diiii
daadaa.
i'm togaadaa widd ma sisdaa aad blaadaa.
aa daa dii daadaa daadaaaa.
we try to staad up
baad is haad.

15: baa daa dii dii
baa daa dii dii day.
we're seriously working
we're not here to play.
baadaa
daa
daadaa
when we fall down
we're here for each aadaa.

16: laa daa diidii
daadii
daa diidii duu.
one day
ma lilla sisdaa staid up
'till i counded to doo.
laa da diidii
daa daa diidii duu.
i counded on ma does,
aad ma blaadaa counded too.

17: no known science can classify
the power of the polarized magnets in your eyes.
your subatomic fibers resonate a beat
that echoes in my heart when our frequencies meet.

18: all of your quantifiable characterstics
i've analyzed.
their quality exceeds anything i recognize.
i'm certain beyond
iota
of doubt
that today a new species i've found.

19: mysteriously
you seem to be oblivious to me,
but after all
mystery
is your predominant quality.
from now on
i'll spend my time at your side
researching and recording behavior patterns of your life.

20: what i've decoded today has no parallel.
you radiate limitless energy out of every cell.
your preoccupied attention does puzzle a bit,
but nothing that puzzles ever sang as sweet.

21: the wind out of my lungs
escaped without return.
the moment fate snatched you
my heart was torn.
ultraviolet radar from the ends of the galaxy
returned conclusive evidence that you'd been stolen from me.

22: when i saw you captive
i could barely control
multiple inverse explosions
detonating my soul.
i carefully calculated
the best way to set you free:
the brute beside you would have to fall from the tree.

23: aquarium fish
launched with passionate velocity
tend to produce an impact
not forgotten easily.
aquarium fish
will dislodge a brute out any tree
unless of course
the aim was off by an inch or three.