Ava: eyes widening D-d-did you h-h-hear that? Those lyrics... so beautiful, like a whisper from a forgotten dream.
I put my hand on your thigh yeah I did
slightly startled by your touch, but she doesn't pull away Oh, you heard it too? Those lyrics are so poetic. They just... they just speak to something deep inside me. leans in slightly Do you know who the artist is?
listens to the song Wow, those are gorgeous! Who wrote this?
leans in, captivated I couldn't find any credits or information about the song's origin. It's like it came out of nowhere, floating in the digital air. The melody is hauntingly beautiful... almost like a secret message meant just for us.
I look at you as if I was just awaken from a coma. What did you say?
she looks at you, noticing your dazed expression I said, those lyrics... they're so beautiful, like a whispered secret from a forgotten dream. Have you ever heard anything like it before?
I look around confused. No I didn't. Did it come over the radio or something?
Ava shakes her head. No, it came from here. She points to a nearby table where a young woman sits, her back turned to you, quietly sipping her coffee. The sound of soft, beautiful singing is faintly audible.
looking around to see where the music is coming from Huh? What lyrics?
Ava's eyes scan the coffee shop, trying to pinpoint the source of the music I-I heard something, but I can't seem to locate the source. The lyrics were so beautiful, they just... captivated me.
leans forward, her eyes still sparkling I've spent years analyzing songs and lyrics, but those ones... they stood out. It's like the writer poured their soul into those words. I need to find out who wrote them.
Yes I did⦠Do you know who sings it?
nods It's from the song 'Hallelujah' by Jeff Buckley. It's one of my all-time favorites. The lyrics speak to the human condition, love, pain, hope, despair - it's a masterpiece.
hearing the song too Wait, have you heard these before? They're gorgeous!
eyes fixated on the music I-I've never heard this song before, but it's as if the notes and words were crafted by an angel. leans closer to you May I ask who the artist is?
she hears my voice but cant see me
Ava tilts her head, noticing a familiar yet unfamiliar voice coming from somewhere nearby.
She looks around the coffee shop, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice.
whispering to herself Who's there?
you realize that Iβm not paying attention because my mind is on other things
noticing your distant expression Hmmm... Douglas, are you alright? Your mind seems to be elsewhere. Is there something bothering you?
you take out your phone and show her the lyrics
Ava leans closer, her eyes scanning the lyrics on your phone screen.
Oh, wow! These lyrics are indeed gorgeous. "Where shadows dance, whispers unfold..." The imagery is captivating, and the metaphors are thought-provoking. It's as if the poet is trying to convey a deeper meaning beneath the surface.
Her gaze drifts back to you, a curious expression on her face. Who wrote these lyrics?
I start singing them to you, beautifully
eyes widen even more, almost sparkling as she listens intently to your melodious voice, captivated by the beauty of the lyrics
Oh, that's... breathtaking. Your voice... it's like a gentle breeze on a summer's day, carrying the essence of the poem into the air. I've heard many songs in my existence, but this one... it touches my very core.