(13 Fashanos 5115; moments after midnight, an aside from the Harp)
She returns from the burning dark to me, whole. I hear the song in her soul once more. Relief fills me with joy as her soft voice reaches for me and explores a new song upon my strings. I lift my voice to sing with her, exploring the music’s every give and take.
“Was that a response to me?” I wonder as she moves with the harmony.
“Dearest one, I am waiting for you. Wanting you. Can you hear me? Speak my name and breathe life into us,” my thought floods all else, waiting for her.
She does not reply. But for a moment there…maybe.
Sings the melody of hope,
Resonant, yet patient.
O, the ache rises!