I had sat down this cold afternoon, and considered the guiltiest of guilty pleasures in my CD collection.

The search through my hundreds of downloads and nearly as many compact discs and tapes, kept coming back to only one man and a single song.

Yanni and his "hit" "Reflection of Passion"

The enchanting melody along with the masterful flow of the song make it a wonderful piece. In my mind, one of the most beautiful songs written in the 20th century.

Ahh, but this isn't about beautiful is it.

This is about which song is the "guiltiest pleasure", as in which one would you rather go on "Fear Factor" than have your friends find in your CD case. And this, is that song.

For while, I am sitting here writing this with the wide collection of tones echoing through the CD system, I keep glancing an eye out the window for the arrival of my wife.

Yes, that's right. The love of my life, the woman that I've shared four years of maritial bliss doesn't know my secret. She's unaware that she has a closet Yanni fan in her bed at night. I'm afraid of how she'd take it -- after the whole look I got for singing Foreigner the other day.

So, now it is out there and I feel more free. The world now knows that I'm an open and exposed Yanni fan, just don't tell my wife.