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













