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Music makes my heart pound, the blood rush through my body. Music is the expression of what feelings sound like; I learned that early on. Soul and music have met and fused into one within me. They must have, for there remains no explanation for why I am the way I am, with the very exception of music itself.

And now, music makes my heart soar again and again and again with each swell of the traditional folk dance. Music envelopes my mind, music guides my footsteps. The music calls for me to look up, to look into his eyes, and I do so, my trust of that unique bond of music between my mind and my soul being infinite.

For a single moment, my trust in the music wavers, and so do my footsteps. Him gazing directly back into my own eyes is a puzzlement, a wonder, a thing that I do not expect and never supposed I would ever have anticipated. Now I have forgotten the music, and in my bewilderment, it is not the music that I dance to sending the blood rushing to my now enflamed cheeks, but the confusion that I feel.

The music is forgotten, and he is at a standstill. I back away a step, hands to my face, but it is his eyes that once again make me halt. Our gazes lock once again, and I stand on the spot, unmoving. This is the first chance that I have ever gotten to read into the world behind the walls of the dungeon in which he has enclosed himself.

In that standstill, not moving, barely breathing, I once again perceive the sound of music around me, and I'm suddenly aware of the sad, melancholy music that stirs within his soul. His music sobers me, and mine enlivens him. It is then that I realize something most important, as the strains of the music begin to flow through me again: we reciprocate each other.

The music pushes me forward in the twinkling of an eye, and somehow I become lost in its tune as I step into his arms and he welcomes me with the melody of the music.

What seems to be both an eternity and an instant later, I hear him murmur, "I love you, Maria," and as I earlier concluded, I immediately and willingly reciprocated that as the steps to a new euphony led us off on another journey of partnership, a likeness that only music could bring.


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