The rhythm of my life had been through various trough & crests,
before you entered in my life,
where I was singing in melancholy,
and only the critiques were listening, to let me down.
The rhythm of my life still goes through high and low notes,
but now you are there to listen to my words,
so my heart is blissful and my song has become mellifluous.
This is the epiphany of musical journey of our real lives where two incomplete rhythms complement each other and complete a beautiful song.