by Lang Leav
Once there was a boy who couldn't speak but owned a music box that held every song in all the world. One day he met a girl that had never heard a single melody in her entire life and so he played her his favourite song. He watched while her face lit up with wonder as the music filled the sky and the poetry of lyrics moved her in a way she had never felt before.
He would play his songs for her day after day and she would sit by him quietly -- never seeming to mind that he could only speak to her through song. She loved everything he played for her, but of them all -- she loved the sad songs best. So he began to play them more and more until eventually, sad songs were all she would hear.
One day, he noticed it had been a very long time since her last smile. When he asked her why, she took both his hands in hers and kissed them warmly. She thanked him for the gift of music and poetrybut above all else -- for showing her sadness because she had known neither of these things before him. But it was now time for her to go away -- to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met?
No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.