HE KNOWS

Therian looks around at his audience, smiling benignly.
Therian removes his harp, plucking a faint chord in preparation.
Therian begins to play slowly.
Therian gently speeds up, letting the music rise in dim melancholy.
Therian starts the song:

	One man, a child--and madness
	A heart destroyed by sadness
	She hurts but has another
	The child: without a mother

Therian moves slowly, his voice ever so soft, into refrain.

	It's not the same as his memories
	the wine, the beach, the chilling breeze
	Yeah, it's not the same as those loving nights
	of when his life was paradise

Therian continues the song after a brief harp solo.

	The man is always crying
	His daughter wonders why
	Too young to understand him
	She's why he's still alive

Therian lets the words sink in before moving on.

	It's not the same as his memories
	the wine, the beach, the chilling breeze
	Yeah, it's not the same as those loving nights
	of when his life was paradise

Therian smiles softly and then continues.

	She hurts him with her laughter
	He feels a throbbing pain
	She hugs him 'bye' each morning
	He knows its not the same

Therian finishes slowly: "He knows its not the same."
Therian silences his harp and then tucks it away into his cloak.
Therian bows quietly.