She watched him day and night
Sat by his side as he preformed
She watch him close his eyes and listen to the same song over and over

Watched him go over the same notes
Breathe deep and let the music guide him

When he breathed and his hands moved she watched
She was transfixed with each movement
Each flutter of his eyes as they moved behind their lids
She saw him as a composer, guiding the music not just conducting it but creating something beautiful

She felt like an intruder,
An onlooker, someone who had stumbled upon a treasure as if by accident 

As if she was somewhere she shouldn't be
Apasserby who just happened to experience something wonderful 

And never wanted to leave


She watched as he lost himself
Forgot she was there and moved his hands with each passing note

She watched as he never once opened his eyes through ought the whole thing
How he put as much passion into this piece and he did his others and always would

She often imagined what he saw behind his closed lids 

She could imagine feeling the music as he did
An array of lights with bright and elegant colors that could somehow express what no words ever could

And then she would find herself with her eyes closed as well
Trying to catch a glimpse of his world

She would breath as he would, one with the music 

Feel every note, guiding her into what she knew was his world

A place she had always wanted to experience

And when she finally lost herself she knew she had found it

Something deep, something bright, and absolutely beautiful

Just like him