Months earlier, he wouldn't even have wanted to see the notes on the page.
Now, months after the letter, he thought it appropriate.
Kousei remembered from his music history elective in high school that Ravel didn't even compose the piece for a dead princess. He just liked the sound of the words together.
That was all Kousei had needed. The dead princess would have enjoyed it as well.
Sitting at his old bedroom piano, his fingers resting on the keys, he could hear Kaori's violin begging to be set free. The mellow, haunting melody singing with mourning and joy at the same time.
He had cried, sure. At first, it was because he was sad she had been taken away, led to heaven by God.
Now he cried out of sheer happiness.
Her music, her raw emotion, was still reaching him.