glaurier

- He had left the city and found her on a whim, because he needed to. So he found himself feeding the birds in the backyard of her home, her sanctuary, a place surrounded by empty fields and empty sky and freedom. He needed her because she was young like him but wise, too. And though he had been a student and a slave to music all his life, there was a symphony in his mind that he could not seem to harness. "It's quite simple," she explained, "you've missed the point entirely. You've studied music for as long as you can remember, but can you tell me the science behind a bird's song? A bird's song is exactly what music is. It's not planned,