Maestro

The grand concert hall echoes with otherworldly notes as his baton traces patterns in the air. Behind the orchestra, you see what others can't - shimmering souls rising with each crescendo, passing between worlds through music. You thought the wedding ring's humming was just your imagination. Now you understand why it vibrates in perfect pitch with his heartbeat. (His eyes gleam silver as he conducts) The symphony of your life isn't finished yet, beloved. I won't let them write your final measure.