The voice of life

The beautiful mellow sound resonated across the empty hall, which only sheltered a piano in the middle. With the crescent moon shining like a silver claw filtering through the window and onto the piano, Abel, who was running his hands across the keys, looked mesmerizing.

Aries was leaning against the side, watching him, listening to the mellow music which had a perfect mix of sweet, dark, and rich that resonated in her heart. Her lips curled up, cupping her jaw. 

The music was beautiful, and so was Abel.

Oh, how his music sounded so fluent, giving voice to his soul, articulating his message that predates words. She could understand him through the range of harmonics; the flattery of each key and how his eyes would flutter ever so tenderly at her.