[Hymn #57] [Movement] ~Cantata~

[a_severed_fate]

[Music can be heard echoing softly against the church's walls and ceiling. The piano in the corner has been dusted and polished. It's currently occupied. Tear's sitting there, her hands moving carefully across the keys and her eyes fixed in concentration at the hymnal propped open in front of her. She's only been practicing with the piano for a few months when she has free time, so the manner in which she's playing is by no means complex. Rather, it's very simple, but at least the notes are right. The words come just as soft, and perhaps a little sad. The actual meaning, something from a religion completely foreign to her, having evaded her understanding, but the feeling is there.]

O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.