There's just a hint, more like something nearly almost heard. She's sobbing too loud, though, huddled there in the corner. She can't hear the soft melody spinning through the air around her. Even so, her whimpers create an exquisite harmony, the obvious pain fueling her tears enhance the notes of the simple song. Even as I dance to the music, my heart goes out to her. I'd do nearly anything to comfort her, to soothe her hurting soul. Ah, but the music...

Her suffering makes her beautiful.

Laters