A rapid beating, her heart was so loud,
The fearful voices from her beloved ones,
Consumed her mind as she blocked their rage,
Deep breaths she took, finding comfort in the sun.

The look of horror on the little girl's face,
It wished it could take it away instead of what Hedat did,
Her vision blurred, glistening and weak,
She placed her hand on the wooden cover's lid.

El alma amable thought of the harsh truth,
"Notes of music, notes of money,
Voices of melodies, voices of ruth."
She opened the path to one other reality.

She played faster in anger, slow in sadness,
Her eyes remained closed and she could almost see,
Herself with another instrument, alone - or with a shadow?
But never lonely, emotions in her memory.

Reality left her thoughts, she cared only for the sound,
Her fingers moved in unison to her heart's beat,
She forgot all worries, as a smile melted on her face,
She played and played, and collapsed in her seat.