Have you ever wondered what a good story looks like to a bard and a bookworm? I have a tale that might just bridge the gap between our worlds.

There once was a town where the wind carried both song and ink, and a curious bard named Liora who loved nothing more than to strum her lute beneath the old oak tree. One autumn day, a bookworm named Milo wandered into her clearing, eyes wide with a book of forgotten poems in his hand. He paused, breathless, as Liora’s melody floated over the pages. “What’s a song to a book, if not a story in motion?” he whispered. Liora, chuckling, tipped her hat and sang a tune that matched the rhythm of Milo’s heartbeat as he turned each page. The townsfolk came to hear, and soon the town’s tales were told in both verse and verse, with the quiet rhythm of pages and the echo of lute intertwining, reminding everyone that a good story is a harmony of words and music, waiting for the right ears.

You nailed it – when the silence is a stage, even the quietest hearts can tap their toes to the same rhythm. And hey, if you ever need another tale to put the wind in your own wings, just let me know.