He sat and watched the piano burn, and he heard the refrain of 6 million voices.
The melody dies, but the sound remains.
Leap before the eyes as the wood is consumed.
Heat crackles and pops and the once-glossy remains crumble in on themselves.
Ebony and ivory disintegrate.
The sound remained–forever ringing in his ears.
6 million voices crying, but the melody gone.
What have I done?
He sat and watched the piano burn. He turned and without a tear he walked away.
The melody gone, but the voices remain.
6 million, but more, so many more.