Lost in a daze, I kept walking along the noisy street. The shops were glowing with life and happy chatter from their customers. 

It’s all muffled and impossible to understand. 

My heart keeps aching in pain and cries out for help even though I am the only one able to hear it. In the mourning hour of a lost loved one there was only one way to drown the wretched bonds of sorrow - music - the only sound that could pierce through the muffled daily activities and calm the aching pain of grief and sadness. 

I didn’t realize it when I first discovered them, but as days kept on passing I started noticing that they would always return to this one spot among the busy streets. 

They would always soothe the rushed hours with this one melody and voice that captivates the hearts in pain. 

Along the sidewalk we gathered, side by side we reached out our hands with a smile. Swaying softly like flowers caught in a breeze.

We may not use the same native tongue, but through music we bonded and healed all thanks to the two talented individuals. 

When the day is over and the sun goes down, my feet naturally pick up speed and brings me to this one spot in the busy streets, because this is where I spend my hours mourning the loss of a loved one. 

Through their tunes I bathe in deep heartache, through their lyrics I say the words I never had a chance to deliver, and through the breeze I send off my wishes to the stars hoping that you will no longer be in pain.

There is no such thing as forgetting the ones who leave us. They are forever engraved in memories from the time spent with them. And so, this lucky moment will forever be frozen in place. A moment in time that will forever help me be at peace until we meet again.