Ethereal

adjective.

extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world.

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“A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.” – Leopold Stokowski

the faint howl of the rushing waves on the shore, the wet grains of sand sticky on her feet. the strung of guitar filling the silence of the empty beach, warm voice sliding in the wind, a whisper of a slow song on her skin. she shivers. closes her eyes and focuses on his voice, his song. the notes stretch wide, pulling tight high then drops, slipping into low beat that falls in beat with her heart. it’s feels like hearing a dance of two mermaids in a lake. circling each other, moving forward in the night till their breaths are tangling, moonlight caught in the scales of their tails violet eyes intense then, twirling away dipping into the water in splash only to come back. and it’s amazing, stunning, breathtaking.

she hangs in each note, the deep, rich electric purple colour, intimate tone of the song free-flowing in precise and intricate strings of notes. and she believes in every word, every string that tugs her heart making it twist and churn. slides her hand forward, closes the distance between them, and their hands fold over each other like a pair of wings settling after flight. and she tightens her finger around his, inhales the salty air blinks her eyes, listens and loses herself in vibrant dreams.