A.N: this is a really strange poem set as if Trowa and Quatre were spirits of elements with the instruments to also represent them…then again they could even be gods it depends on how you interpret it.
A soul duet, woodwind and strings,
Their hearts strung together through body and mind,
The embodiment of light and silence,
The light of the angels guardian with eyes of blue deep oceans on earth,
Followed by silence, such silence to drive a mortal insane,
With one showing eye of emerald lush grass by a river so blue as crystal, while the light whispers through the reeds so free, trying to talk to silence,
In success,
The silence should speak for once in an eternity