Melancholy musings drift across a room, floating gently on the strains of a piano, wafting towards the open window. As they float into the night air, they shiver gently in the cold and spread out, warming his heart as he sits by his window.
And quietly, as the wind carries her sadness in a tune familiar to them both, they begin to hum together;he as he sits by the window and she as she lies in bed watching the shadows dance on the walls. The melancholy that was hers is now his.
They sing together, two strangers on a moonlit night, longing and loving an idea in the distance. So far, and yet so, so, close. They sing together.
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