William’s fingers pressed down on the keys, and the music flowed—soft, haunting, filled with the sorrow of years passed. James’ voice, though aged, carried a depth of emotion that brought tears to the audience’s eyes. Their harmonies blended like a conversation between two souls who had walked the same path, felt the same pain, and shared the same unspoken words.
Halfway through the song, James’ voice cracked. He turned to his brother, eyes glistening. William, feeling the weight of the moment, kept playing, his hands shaking as he fought back his own emotions.
The lyrics told a story of love lost, of chances never taken, of dreams that had faded but never truly died. It was a song about time—the cruelest thief of all.