Connor smiled as he watched Cutter sit down and start to play. He stood behind him a broad smile on his face as he heard the music, a thrill building in him that almost made tears come to his eyes realizing that Cutter was actually playing again. Connor leaned in closer as he started singing more of the song.


First day of love never comes back
A passionate hour's never a wasted one
The violin, the poet's hand
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
Oh now....