She was a thin line between two beings,
an artist and a musician.

He, a lover of arts and a master of mystery
Whilst, the other, grieved with past,
music lives within him,

And the way his eyes spark as he stares,
speak of something they never had before
Among those, only her knows it well
Hypnotized, and deeply fell for them

Both beings see her,
as a precious little gem.
A fragile creature,
yet untamed.

The one who loves art,
once painted the silence
that makes flower blooms--a magic,
enchanted by the tip of his paintbrush.

Now, with the mist of unknown existence and uncertainties,
she's entwined to the sound,
of another one's bittersweet song,
exquisitely sang for her.

A soulful lullaby sings underneath depths,
created by him,
where every melody
changes an end to a beginning.

They just love the sound of everything,
His and hers--an epitome of symphony. Z