i went black home. in my dream i saw the piano play itself. the songs flew from the piano like a stream. the dream was only made up of sounds. When i woke up in the middle of the night, i could still hear the music. i tiptoed into the garden and climbed up the star apple tree to have a look at the church. i knew the songs were asleep there, fast asleep under the ivory keys, and somebody must wake them up. And only the Venerable Hien could do it.