Author's Notes: A gift for my favorite writer who just so happens to be on y!gallery. N23 peoples, she is a goddess. So I made her a Zack/Reeve.
Music of the Heart
Music was said to be the truest form of self-expression, well, that and other forms of art. Zack had always thought so at least, believing music the best. Then again, when you experienced what he did every night, how could you question it? Why would you even want to when you were the muse to such works of absolute beauty? When you were the only one ever allowed to hear them?
He was the only one that got to hear it of course. Each and every night he curled up on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate, his head resting against the shoulder of his gentle lover, and listened. Listened to the way their hearts beat in time, listened to their breathing together, and, more than anything, to the gentle melodies created by the young executive. Often he would hear Reeve humming along with the tunes, slowly stringing together words and phrases until whole songs, whole stacks of sheet music lay completed before them. And Zack loved every single moment of it.
It was the kind of music that you just could do nothing more than just sit and listen. Fingers danced over the strings of a beautiful guitar, each note weaving another piece of the tapestry of song. When Zack closed his eyes he could see the music even, dancing around him, wrapping him in all the love that Reeve could ever give. Nothing Reeve had ever done before could be considered perfection like this music was. Living, growing, breathing, just existing on its own so beautifully that just listening to it tarnished it's glory. All of it, every note, every cord, every little pluck of his nimble fingers was for Zack. Oddest of all, sometimes he was so sure that every second of the music was there to try to describe Zack himself.
There wasn't very much that he could give back to the executive for this gift. Zack could paint no masterpiece, nor compose a wondrous ballad. All of his talents were deadly and crude that they were in no way worthy of immortalizing the one man he loved more than any other.
In the end though, Zack found the one thing worthy of his love though, of his beautiful Reeve. And what gift was truly worthy of such music and the man that made it for him?
A single word, a single name, sung out with his last breath. 'Reeve' whispered as eyesight failed and breath could no longer be caught. And were he to be there, Reeve would have told you that no piece he could play would ever be as beautiful or sorrowful as that single word uttered on a dying breath.