Somewhere far away a piano plays. The notes weep with the one who plays the keys. They crescendo with the deepening of an anger deep within.

And a million miles further, someone reaches the keys of a piano for the first time in a long time. And the notes wish with the one who plays. They crescendo with a heart of longing.

And the notes weep with the weepers.


A/N: I've been waiting to post this one for a while.

Take from it what you might.

Enjoy. See you soon for a decent sized chapter. We're about half-way through, maybe less, maybe more. Thanks for taking this ride.