A Song & The Tune

Previously

…He reached out, his fingers brushing mine as he picked up a smooth, gray stone. "Perhaps," he said, his voice barely audible, "your forgotten language and my lost melody are not so different after all." The air between us crackled with unspoken possibility. The gentle babbling of the stream seemed to fade, replaced by the rising crescendo of a melody I felt stirring within my own bones. It was a melody of connection, of shared longing, of a tune that had traveled far, only to find its way home. And for the first time, I felt a stirring of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, my own song and Silas’s lost tune were meant to find each other.