The piano was in the middle of a round stage, surrounded by rows of people. Azul walked onto the stage, sat on the piano bench and closed his eyes for a second. Remembering Vicki’s words, he thought of the butterfly. In the quiet of the auditorium, Azul heard the flutter of wings. A butterfly sat on his shoulder and started to hum a tune. His fingers began to move by themselves. His heart began to play the butterfly’s song.