Beauty and passion . . . pathos and emotion . . . My heart was moved . . . my tears fell at the plea of the musician, that magician . . . fingers flowing like water across the keys of the piano . . . giving a moment's respite in the comfort of sorrow of grief . . . each note . . . entreating empathy . . . from the unknown darkness . . . and stepping into the abyss . . . where I will follow and find strength within this quiet melody . . .