[ Orpheus approaches quietly, slowly, sitting down next to Salieri wordlessly. He has a bottle of wine with him, and spare cups, though he doesn't offer one to him just yet. He doesn't even look at him, just stares up at the darkening sky for a long moment, before starting to sing, quietly. ]
The piano is not firewood yet We try to remember, but sometimes forget That the heart beats in threes just like a waltz And nothing can stop you from dancing
Rise from the cold depths of your grief I tell you you're not dying Everyone knows we're going to live So we might as well keep trying
[ It's a little halting, wavering, his voice clear of tears at least but interrupted here and there as he has to steady himself, to believe the words coming out of his own mouth well enough to convince Antonio too. ]
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The piano is not firewood yet
We try to remember, but sometimes forget
That the heart beats in threes just like a waltz
And nothing can stop you from dancing
Rise from the cold depths of your grief
I tell you you're not dying
Everyone knows we're going to live
So we might as well keep trying
[ It's a little halting, wavering, his voice clear of tears at least but interrupted here and there as he has to steady himself, to believe the words coming out of his own mouth well enough to convince Antonio too. ]