Over the floating wave of strings, a melody appears in the piano: pure, innocent, almost familiar, with that small effortless touch of confidence and clarity that can only be seen in its optimistic determination. It is, however, soon to be drowned in the massive clamour of its divided realm. It lives on like a distant whisper, meandering from soul to soul.
Time withdraws pensively, space lengthens, and colors infuse the canvas of mind. What if… What if the voices join? And what if they gather and rise, as they do, and revive the lost? Then, perhaps, will the music triumph over the discord. The orchestra sings the whispers of our souls, and the piano soars in the clouds of heaven.