"It was beautiful as I fell in love with the music,
the way the left hand introduces the opening scene,
which makes way for the melody led by the right hand,
be it sad or happy.
And then the fingers trilled playfully along the keys
as the eyes scanned the dancing notes,
written in black bean sprouts which replaced words.
And so the story was told;
the song ended as soon as it began.
The listeners surreptitiously blotted their tears;
touched by wordless story could only appreciated
through the ears."
