As his finger melts into the key, a soft and gentle note resonates within, filling the room with it. Sucking in a breath, I stare at the maestro sitting in front of the piano with his back straight and his fingers relaxing on the keys. A few locks of hair had fallen on his forehead, and his eyes were lower, focused on the piano keys.

Raising the beautiful body of the violin I rested her body on my shoulder before raising the bow and hitting the string. As the bow melts into the string, a beautiful tune joins its mate, filling the room with their love in it.

Moving his fingers effortlessly and fluently, he played like the true maestro that he is. He plays every note like he knows them by heart. Without removing our gaze from each other we played every note like a whisper of our heart.

In this moment of music and us, I feel peace and happiness. Thousands of words and feelings passed between us silently, with each note resonating in the room.

With each note he made me fall for the music a little more and fall for him as well. He looks magnificent and I will never get tired of seeing him like this.

As I listened to his music, my heart danced with the rhythm of every note, and I realized I had truly, genuinely, and hopelessly fallen for him.

The song slowly ends and I didn't even realise how the time passes. As I lowered the violin, I finally removed my gaze away from his intense one.

It was just a song, a piece of music of a few minutes but I feel it has changed something between us. I feel there is suddenly something beautiful and intimately changed between us.

This song, this music, it was only mine till now, but from now on it's ours. I have never played this piece in front of anyone or with anyone, but with him, it feels right.

With him, somehow, anyhow, everything feels right when everything is wrong.

And from now this isn't just my music.

It's ours.

It's the tune of our heart.