Sarah Z. Creates

She sounded sweet and clear, and the sound of it sliced through him as sharply as any blade.

The song wasn’t one he was familiar with. She began soft, so soft that he leaned forward, straining to hear. But as the song progressed, her volume increased, until the notes rang from the roof of the deserted hall. His chest felt tight, as if he couldn’t draw a full breath.

He didn’t know the song, didn’t understand the words, but the devastating minor key, the tragic defeat on her expressive face — the song was of loss so keen it called to his own.

He sat frozen, unable to move enough to wipe the tears from his face. He watched and he listened as she sang with enough power and beauty to bring a king to his knees.