Enigma

High pitched overtones and purposeful dissonance escaped the speakers. The artist, trapped deep inside sang his song. He wasn't worried about breaking free, no, he wasn't worried.

He danced and he sang. 

The small little man pulled the microphone closer to his lips, closed his eyes and belted out the songs that he found deep in his heart. He heard the backup to his songs playing behind him - the drums pounding out the beat, the bass guitar following his melody, and the piano laying peaceful direction. He heard the backup that wasn't there. 

But the tiny little man trapped inside the speakers danced. He danced and he sang his song. 

She danced too.

She stood in the middle of the kitchen all alone. She peered into the speaker looking for the tiny man she could never find. The tiny man that she could never rescue. But she could hear his song, and she could hear the backup playing his songs behind him. She twirled around in the kitchen and danced to the drums pounding out the beat. To the bass guitar following the melody. To the piano laying out a peaceful direction. She danced to the songs that he found deep in his heart. 

Together, they created a world of their own through the mystery of the music.