You've managed to break down the limits of my past-compositions, like a grand weaver of shadows, where particles are driven by your swaying complacency, but amongst that, you have turned tiny stars I've created and poured so much new life into them that they've turned into blazing orbital rings of light that shined throughout all of the darkness that I've composed by the haunting corners of my mind.
I make music speak; you make music scream. Together, we make music live!