Orpheus was a poor boy, with a rhythm and a rhyme. Eurydice was a hungry young girl, no stranger to hard times. She was but a wilting lily petal on the river they called Styx. She'd waited for the one she loved too long, so now she drifts. Orpheus was a sunflower, as bright as summer's day. Always leaning towards the light, he saw the world his way. When she called out to him he came, to see what she had done. Orpheus was a sunflower. Eurydice was his sun.