He looks up when he thinks aloud. What is he looking for?
She sees the light above them leap into his mirroring eyes until like two moons they take it on as their own. Brilliantly clear as he waves aside the fog between him and his thoughts. Runs his hand along his face like wiping away dew on a window to peer outside.
And where is outside? Why not stay here with her? The light is dimmer, yes, but warmer, too. He shouldn't turn to the skies for a light to his mind when he could turn to look in hers. She would give a fortune for his thoughts and offer hers for free, hoping the reflection of her words is just bright enough for his eyes to catch.
Then he hears a voice inside him; she manages to make out its echo on his lips and then all at once the world has lost him. Frowning and sighing he focuses his mind on another melody. Someone has called him away. Who is he listening to?
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