Where Words Fail Music Picks Up

She walked down the street. He watched until she turned the corner. He walked back to his piano. His fingers flew from not to note. He had written this for her the night before they broke up. Now it was too late. She would never hear it. He got up. He couldn't stand to play. Not when it reminded him of her. He walked away, tears starting to form. There was a faint knock on the door. He opened it.

"I'm sorry." was all he heard. He led her inside and side and began to play.