A voice was weeping.
It gave a wilting noise of song.
Like a spring of water running dry.
Like the angels…
crying.

A melody of sorrow,
That touched a chord in our hearts.
An endless pain in a timorous dance.
A helpless cry…
Begging to reach a forgiving ear.

A story.
Pouring from the fingertips of the beholder…

onto the keys of a piano.