Malachi didn't say anything more as she started to strum the ukulele and sing. Her voice was soft, low. Without being high, it was beautiful and soothing with a slightly airy quality as if the tones were falling off rather than just changing. When she didn't look at him, he knew he should turn away himself. Even if it was just his eyes looking anywhere but her. Instead, he stayed watch her facial expression and glancing down now and then to watch her fingers move on the instrument. When she met his eyes again, he smiled, knowing he'd made the right choice not to look away.
As he listened to words, hearing it was about dying young, he felt strange. It wasn't exactly morbid. It almost sounded like it was celebrating life, the life the person had. There was a soft smile on his lips when she was done, while he was trying to think of what to say. He'd liked the song even if it wasn't his style. The words actually had meaning and something beneath them that he doubted anyone knew but her. This song was her piece of art. It truly came from somewhere within her.
"Wow," he said softly. "That was beautiful." It was then that he realized he was being sincere. It was beautiful. "It had meaning," he added with a bigger smile as if he took value in that.