Stretch; lean backwards. Arm extended. Deep breath; now rock into the sea. Throw yourself in, Makalaurë, throw yourself in. Come now, what is this body and life to you anymore? Do what Maitimo did. Be a man! Begin. I said, begin.

You cannot even play a harp anymore. Your hand is damaged. You will live without music? Listen. This is good for you. This is the only thing that will help you.

Whoosh! There goes the light. Alright. So you'll ? Sing? Now? Under this sky? You're mad and grey, little singer, mad and grey.

Oh, alright. One last song.