Sometimes it felt as if the world had eaten her heart and soul, and left her as empty as a discarded tin can.
She tried to make herself believe that everything was right. Only it wasn’t. Even when she crawled into bed the void echoed until she temporarily filled it with tears.
She left the empty, house thinking only to seek some peace beneath the plane trees in the park.
But the music called her, high and sweet. A young girl singing for pennies. Standing beside the child she opened her own mouth and her song returned – in simple harmony.