I do not listen to music, save for a strange and haunting melody I caught once as I walked alone in a darkened wood. Though I am no musician, the notes, instruments and movements of it instantly imprinted themselves upon my brain and I became driven to recreate it.

It was years before I finnally succeeded, as I could not catch an element of it. What was missing, I wondered, what could I be doing wrong?

Then it occured to me what was missing, the almost unnoticable but intrisnic aspect: the song was opened with an man's last breath.

I have desire to hear it once more, if you don't mind.