The long, wailing cries of the quire floated, longingly through the air, as the lead singer bled his words out in a tone, so painfully sad that it seemed unnatural. There simply could be no way that someone could hurt this much, or feel this much of any emotion. The green canopy loomed over the old speaker, as if nature itself was trying to comfort the old song. The green leaves, painted orange in the sunset, rustled as a light breeze blew through the, thick, never-ending forest. The world seemed to sway with the beat, seemed to shed a tear at the longing lyrics. The music seamed with the world in a beautiful, sad painting. A painting that only 1 person would ever see.