The quintet is now a trio. This is their story.

Once there was one musician. On her own, the musician made beautiful music. Then she met another who also made beautiful music.

The two then merged their songs.

They were fruitful and multiplied.

Then they were 5.

The music they made all together was magnificent. The harmonies were heavenly. People danced to their music.

The music was a symphony with many movements. Some were fast, some were slow. Some were in a minor key which made the listeners cry.  Then the music would change again and the people would dance and sing along.  Each movement created beauty for all the world to enjoy.

Then a voice dropped out. A lead musician had left the quintet. The other musicians were shocked and confused, but still there was music in their hearts.

The Quartet continued the song.  Its melodious phrases, its cadenzas, its dynamics once again built up to a spontaneous creation of glorious song, even though the lead singer was gone. 

The quartet carried on.

But It was not long until another voice was gone. Another player had left the stage. Another player in this creation of love had stepped out of the ranks.

Bewildered and even more confused than when the first musician left, the remaining three musicians were silenced.

There was a pause.  In the pause, life around them carried the music. The sound of the wind in the trees, the sound of the birds carrying a chorus. A pause. A reflection. There is still beautiful music to be written.

The influence of the two musicians that once created with the trio had been very strong and the trio’s desire to continue the music grew so that the song which could not be silenced began again.

Ever so faintly at first, the trio started to sing.  First with a minor dirge which gave people pause as they listened. The listeners cried.  But the dirge was only a bridge to the magnificence that was to come.

Love never dies.

Music goes on.

Sing.  Sing your song.