<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">“I see..”<br/><br/>He'll say again as he strokes his chin.<br/>The door to the studio opens and the scent of the place would wash over her.<br/>The dark haired bard would just smile.<br/>Letting all the lingering emotion wash over him.<br/>This place was a treasure trove, heaven for one such as him.<br/>So many stories, not just hers danced upon the air here.<br/>There was pain, regret, success, jubilation and so much more.<br/>Oh he could sit here for years, listening and playing to his hearts content.<br/><br/>“Do you ever dance for yourself?”<br/><br/>He would wait for her to enter before he spoke letting his voice dance in the corners of the empty studio. <br/>He walked around slowly, caressing what he could. <br/>Taking in the scent and savoring it like a fine wine. <br/><br/>“DO you just let go when you are alone and express what can't be put into words?”<br/><br/>He was still learning about her.<br/>HE thrived in her arua and danced in her story.<br/>That is why he liked big cities, more people...better chances for something unique.<br/>She was certainly something unique. <br/><br/>“Dance for me now...dance for me with nothing but the music in your mind.”<br/><br/>he almost sung rather excitedly as he moved to a corner of the room.<br/>Arms crossed over his chest as he prepared himself to watch.<br/><br/>“wave your own story and dance how you feel.”<br/><br/>The smile still danced in his voice.</span></div>