A Single Note.

I have died every day waiting for You.
Darling, don't be afraid
I have loved You for a thousand years.
I'll love you for a thousand more.

This refrain needs no introduction.

You know, I'd hoped that You'd play a song for me someday. It was a wish I'd secretly harboured.

Seared in my memory is the image of You showcasing your talent on the keyboard. As each week went by, I'd be drawn to the magic that was You.

That is how I remember You at The Place where we'd spent our childhood, adolescence and part of your adult years.

What's augmented are the fragments.

The shards screech and squeal on their own accord.

And just like that,

It shall pass

Without a single note.