One evening, a strange woman came,
walking slow down the empty street.No one knew her name or story,
only silence near her feet.
She stood before a small old house,
and watched the light grow soft and low.
The wind moved cold around her coat,
like it already seemed to know.
Inside, a man was playing music,
his pitch was steady, calm, and clear.
It filled the room with simple notes,
that anyone could stop and hear.
She entered there without knocking,
no sound was made, no step, no call.
The music did not stop or break,
it stayed the same through it all.
And no one asked just who she was,
or why she came from out that night.
The song went on, the world stayed still,
and then she calmly went away.
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