“What a talent!”
A huge audience roaring their approval. The eyes of hundreds upon her.
The artist takes a simple bow, having taken her turn to shine. And yet...
“I am alone...”
Days later, a letter arrives.
A simple request, yet an extraordinary requester.
“It’s been many a year since last I played. I am worried I may have lost my touch.”
A reply is sent, simple and neat.
Weeks pass. The artist has a star pupil, yet one of whom she dare not speak.
And even now...
“So many to hear me play, yet none who listen.”