Strange was their connection,
In distance too, evoked madly, were their passions.
He played the piano, but couldn’t hear a thing,
She danced away to his tunes, without any vision.
Impaired, yet, they lost themselves in their art,
Be it morning hours or even nocturnal.
He, in his palatial high-rise;
she, by the road-side…

They had never met, but,
there was no boundary to the tunes,
Wafted which, into the grounds
beyond his compound…
Since long, they had been playing a strange chemistry,
Unaware of the other, yet, so much in symmetry!
Only the heavens could’ve prophesied such an omen,
Truly, made for each other, unique union!

This post is for friday fictioneers and magpie tales 303 ( Image Copyright – © Jan W. Fields/photo by Francesca Woodman )
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  1. ... proving the connections that exist without us ever realizing they are there, right before us.

  2. Thought-provoking. Thanks.

  3. A lovely story. This is exactly why I play with the windows open. You just never know... haha

  4. Music connections, it is beautiful. It reminds me of the movie 'August Rush.'Music is powerful.


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