-Resonance-

You and I talk about the creation of each of our futures.

The plan changes me from a passive bystander to an active participator,

As if it was the resonance of a vibraphone, felt in my bones.

I realize the affinity between the music and us, and 

You and I look at one another.

The multiple-layered tones created by the mallets,

They become a sympathy telling our fancy, streaming to our bond.

-Fascination-

  

A gentleman bends over a flower
and asks her in a whisper.
      "What brings you the color?"

Wrapped in music by Debussy, they gaze at each other.

       "Well...if you look at a good painting, you may get transported," replied the flower, feeling a breeze on the nape of her neck. 

       "So," the gentleman, after thinking a little, asks her again,   
"You make music into color, don't you?" 

The flower smiles brilliantly and responds with a question,
        "What brings you your color?"

Then, he, too, beams at her, feeling the subtle fragrance of the flower.