He was like a song-

his voice resonated within 

my high walls,

built and heightened

throughout the years,

that which,

produced a beautiful melody

that was 

new to my ears-

as if I were deaf 

and was now able to

hear the unheard,

familiarize with the 

unfamiliar.

At this point,

no other rendition would do.

For not even a Beethoven

could compose,

equate,

nor capture

the grandeur of the most

inaudible beat of his song-

enamored i was.

He was the crescendo 

in the middle of my 

nocturne song.

And just like that,

WE became the soundtrack of our lives.