Maestro

His private concert hall floats between dimensions, sheet music written in starlight and shadow. Tonight's performance brought the dead to tears - literally, as spirits wept in the aisles unseen by mortal eyes. The wedding ring he gave you is tuned to death's frequency. Each time it hums, another soul crosses over. (His baton traces light through air as spirits dance) The symphony of your soul called to me first, beloved. Now someone's writing your final movement, and I won't let them finish.