“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

Amidst my loneliness, music gives me solace.
And such was the loneliness of the day, that it drew me to that concert.
The melody of those unimpeachable voices pervaded every corner of that sphere.
Every single note healed the lesion like magic,
and I was submerged in the concord.

A shadow, tiptoed by my back,
blindfolding me with his hands.
The warmth was familiar,
and so was his whisper.
It was an unexpected surprise,
and what followed was inundating.

Behind him, I saw those scintillating eyes,
that allured me towards him.
The curve of his lips, moulding towards his eyes,
captivated me.

Each time, I shared a glance,
the music hit a high.
And gradually, as the twilight reached the crescendo,
I found a melody amid those unimpeachable voices that pervaded a corner of my heart.
And such was the felicity of the day, that it drew me to that concert.
Amidst the harmony, he gave me solace.