Harmony in Solitude
Reflection
In the stillness, two souls converge,
Their guitars a gentle, mournful surge.
Curly locks cascade, a wild tumble,
As music whispers secrets, a heartfelt jumble.
The lamps, like sentinels of sound,
Watch over the scene, a serene surround.
The women's forms, a gentle, fluid line,
Invite the viewer to step into their rhyme.
In this quiet moment, we find our peace,
A reflection of our own inner release.
The artistry of their solitude,
A symphony of self, a heartfelt mood.
The beauty of their music, a balm to the soul,
A reminder to breathe, to make us whole.