The Rhythm of Connection

Before anything else, there was sound. Music filling rooms that didn’t need

fixing. Holding space where words stayed quiet and feelings didn’t

have to explain themselves. Two lives were already moving. Different rhythms.

Different tempos. Each shaped by full days, responsibility, and the kind of

nights that invite reflection. Then music became a bridge. Not a solution.

Not a plan. Just a shared sound that felt familiar before it made sense. A song sent.

A pause. A moment of recognition that lingered longer than expected. We didn’t rush the

beat. We listened. Let the rhythm guide us without pushing