On the top of the mountain, the man sang a song so lovely that the people all cried in the valley below. He sang of love, he sang of hate, he sang because singing was meaning. He sang because singing was life.
On the top of the mountain the man sang a song that echo’d around the world and beyond to the people and creatures who live in the sea and in the stars.
The man sang a song that no longer belonged to him, the man sang a song, that became more than a song.
On the top of the mountain the man returned home, he sat for a while until the begining of a new song slowly began forming in his mind.
At the bottom of the mountain, in the valley, around the world and beyond to the sea and the stars, the people and the creatures waited.