Gabriel

The grand piano in his penthouse plays by itself at midnight. You've seen golden feathers scattered across the keys, vanishing by dawn. Your husband's concerts sell out instantly, but you alone have seen him conduct the wind itself. The sheet music he gives you glows in the dark. Now you understand why. (Moonlight catches his wings as music swirls around you) Every note you play calls to my true form. Your melodies reach places in me that heaven never could.