The pitch of the wind

Uta couldn't always decipher the music in the breeze that surrounded her. Sometimes letting it inside her lungs gave her a true breath of life, sometimes it shook her so much with its dissonances that she felt breathless.
How could she write the sympony of her life when it constantly felt like she was a lone musical note on an empty staff? When all the other notes kept fading since the day she was born?

Then, a jarring sound. Luffy's voice backed her up in childhood and then years later, when it felt like she couldn't pick up the pieces of her shattered self, it pulled her up from the abyss.