Scene 1: The Metronome of Hearts
As the lights dimmed, a single metronome ticked in the shadows,
Nadine's eyes flickered like candle flames, longing and bright.
"The night folds around us, a silken cocoon," whispered Jean,
each word a soft brushstroke against her burgeoning dreams.
Scene 3: Liptide Symphony
"Your smile, a crescent moon," she replied, her voice a page in art's journal,
"and here I find words too vocal, too unadorned."
He painted shadows of syllables in their invisible love story,
with starlit lamps beside a indigo sea.
The charade of silence is a mask, we know, yet, we play it beautifully:
In dim corners of motionless frames, lovers find stage walls...