[duet]

i

the night is dark but full of life - outside the glass windows,

colors dance across a veil of blackness,

a strange, eerie, magnificent kind of beauty that somebody

once looked up on and named,

aurora.

he flicks the strings on his old guitar -

the wood that was once shiny and bright now only a tarnished

sorrel. he dips his head and loves the feel

of roughness against his calloused

fingers.

she lets her hands fly across the black and white keys -

chipped pieces of ebony that still paint

beautiful sounds. she dips her head and loves the feel

of smoothness against her calloused

fingers.

their voices softly entwince in this little room,

high and pure and huskily deep. trembles creep up her

spine as they sing, and the air around them is high-strung

with endless beauty, endless love, and endless

happiness.

in the night they will sing. in their little room,

the wooden walls might as well be a stone barrier

against the rest of the world. the dust and ashes of

day are washed away by the music of their

souls.

by the nightside they will sing on, candlelight

flickering in a corner of the room. the shadows swing with

them, the winds outside lean in past the trees as if hoping

for a glimpse inside. and in the sky, the aurora hangs, its beauty far

surpassed.