Miss L.Mus.A

This time around, as her mind became clouded, her long and slender fingers could no longer locate the keys to her beloved Beethoven, Mozart, Rachmaninov, or Bach. That once razor-sharp mind could no longer decipher the words on the pages of her library of cherished literature. Her life lived in foreign lands and journeys around the world just vaporised like dreams upon awakening. The teaching that she orchestrated, and the choirs she conducted, the poetry that she wrote and the lives she touched and brightened were shuttered out in quick succession. The one thing that remained of this bright and brilliant mind, this life that was so special, were the echoes in the wind of this everlasting, undiminished and never-ending love story.