To avoid the fires of her past she retreated to a watery haven. She waited there and whenever she saw a threat she would sing a stringy note, turning herself into the threatening thing. They would come to her, hypnotized, but she was not what they had expected: they were all left consumed.
Then one day, she saw someone different, so she sang something different. Rather than getting caught in the song trap, he came to her and saw who she was. He took her to shore. No longer did she have to tread water and no longer did she have to fear fire.
She could be, finally.
In summation without the muddle of metaphor, she loved him and he loved her. It was plain and simple, and what she had been waiting for, to get out of that water.
To have the feeling of completion without consuming or being consumed.
Thank you, D Atwood Photography.