This is a Sesshoumaru/Rin drabble. The last line is from Howie Day's "Sunday Morning Song"
Silent Song
DRABBLE 2
Sesshoumaru was never one to stop and place flowers on a grave. He was never one for reminiscing. Hell, he was never one for emotion. Emotions made one weak; weakness is not acceptable for a warrior. It could cause problems. There was just one that could make him feel, make him run into a situation he had not yet figured out.
Rin, who was once a little girl, who turned into a beautiful woman which, in turn, grew in to an old lady. She held onto him and never let go.
Finishing a private thought between the two of them, Sesshoumaru walked away from the grave.
That silent song you'd sing to me keeps singing...