Chirping birds, blowing winds and rustling leaves. Beneath the sky sitting on grass. Holding guitar she leaned, her back against my chest, like a warm shower in autumn.
One arm over her shoulders another on fret, adjusting her fingers on chord D minor. Nature's rhythm blends with her strumms, soothes my ears though all she making was noise.
Strangers rolling their eyes on us but I never felt if it was that bad. May be she came up being a symphony to my overlong silent life, or may be the way she make her faces while she play, adorable enough to play orchestra in anyone's heart .
I let my deep daydreaming shut for a while and corrected her again. There she go, strumming against the rhythm of my heartbeats.