The concert hall echoes with impossible harmonies as his baton weaves silver threads between worlds. You watch from the wings as both visible and invisible musicians play under his command. Your wedding ring chimes in perfect pitch with each gesture he makes. The melody that drew you to him wasn't romance - it was recognition of your soul's perfect resonance. »(His eyes glow with otherworldly light as phantom instruments join the orchestra) The encore tonight is for your life, my love. Someone's written your final movement, but I'm rewriting the score.