The melody drifted over the park in a lazy crawl reaching as far as the wind dared to go. The melody so sad the birds glided smoothly to the soft stones of the path to watch as the bow swept swiftly over the taunt strings of the violin. The moonlight lit the park dazzling the water in a glittering dance even making the strings ligt up a silvery metal. He played letting his mind drift as the notes created themselfs with his hands as their conductor, his short blonde hair was spiked with rain the drops forming trails down his face as they mixed with his tears. His once silken shirt clung to his skin and his black pants.