"O Fortuna!!! Velut luna, statu variabilis!" The words seemed to rattle the soul and shake the tears free from her eyes. She sat in the dark, letting the waves of the familiar emptiness wash over her body. The pain pulsating through her skull washed away the strength of the stone within her heart. The thought of the body buried as carefully as she could manage, gave her great relief. He was treated with as much respect in death as she had given him in life. Even with such relief and memory of love, the silence in the room was more than her fragile soul could bear.
One with sound and all creatures of earth, she let music flow through her as if it were her own blood. She was far more in touch with herself than anyone around her could ever imagine. Loving all of her imperfections and hating only what was stolen from her. Her cracked and bitten lips moved along with the song, sometimes her eyes closing, allowing herself to fill up with the power of the music. The voices from the other room