Ethereal Strings

In the embrace of silence, two souls entwine, Their fingers dance upon the strings of time. Guitars cradle dreams, a melody unfolds, A symphony of hope where shadows hold. Eyes obscured, yet vision sharp and clear, In the rhythm's pulse, they find their fear. Two faces, one heart, a duet of grace, Where music weaves the threads of space. The canvas whispers tales of solitude, Where solitude itself becomes a muse. In the quiet hum, a world is born, A testament to love, a song unshorn. For in the strings, the soul takes flight, A journey through the night, a starry light. Ethereal, they stand, a timeless art, Where music speaks, and hearts depart. And in their gaze, a mirror we may see, Our own reflections, set free. For in their song, we find our own, A melody that binds us, one by one.