Echoes of US

"No longer drifting through a silent sea, We've found the stave where every beat is true-

My soul has found its harmony in me, And its eternal melody in you."

In the quiet of the music classroom, the only sound is the hum of a dying fluorescent light. Thas sits at the piano, her fingers tracing a melancholic melody that feels like a question she's too shy to ask. In the back row, Bon hunches over a tattered notebook, her pen scratching out lyrics that perfectly mirror the ache in Thas's music. Neither has the courage to speak, hiding their feelings behind technical critiques.

The music stops. The confusion that's been clouded by minor keys and metaphors finally clears. As Thas turns to meet Bon's gaze, the harmony they've been searching for is no longer on the page-it's standing right in front of them.