The notes are still playing. I cannot hear more. I cannot afford to hear such purity. Disdain. A static sound emanates from the broken radio. Is it finished yet? No. The nocturne had just ended but another one has begun to play. As forlorn as I am. But there was hope. Between the sounds which I can define as death, I found hope. With this, I continue to listen to a song I cannot understand.
