In a Scottish library
Lies a piece of music.
A 17th century bewhiskered and bewigged Scottish noble took himself to Europe to see all the culture of the Western World.

One hot afternoon he happened to be invited by a gentleman to a concert by the great Vivaldi.

It was like no other he'd heard.
The music welled in his ears.
It stuffed his heart.
And choked his fears.
So beautiful it was.

He ensured the composer gave him a piece.
He paid silver for what he heard as gold.

The silent sheet
Holds in it's inky lines
A world of sound
So uplifting
it wouldn't matter if it were the last sound to ever fall on these ears.
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