In a world of repetition, she danced with rarefied music. He wiped dreams on paper screening the unspoken things through the brush. They lived in a world of the deaf where silence had meaning. However, their tale stayed wedded in the invisibility of the unheard rocks of existence. The roaring world’s acclaim became tantamount and these hidden ones found peace in the hidden corners between the rhythms. Their tales, though hidden, whispered a truth: at times, the melting pot is noise, and the pure notes are found in the unknown harmony.
