Part Four: Music
In their music class they were taught that the human voice could be a thing of true beauty and he couldn't agree more.
She was often commended as having the best voice in the school; she had the voice of a sultry, soft jazz singer (surprising yes). It was one of the most beautiful sounds anyone at the school had ever heard; the teacher had broken into tears upon first hearing her voice. He had been teaching for thirty years.
And, by morphing his vocal cords into those of his alien forms, he was able to match and complement her.
They could thus perform duets.
But he found they performed the best music when alone together. Pants and moans were their lyrics, the fast perfectly synchronized beating of their hearts and gasping was their melody.
It was a steady song that became more tribal, almost savage, as it progressed.
Yes they had both heard and sung many songs from many reaches of the universe; but their primal music was the still best.