Monday

Not a word from the girl.

Tuesday

Still utter silence.

Wednesday

The lonesomeness drags on. My musical solitude is eating away at my soul.

Thursday

What has happened to my angel? I sit at the open window, but only the wind will answer my calls.

Friday

John has had enough of me. He won’t even speak to me anymore. He can’t stand to see me so lovelorn.

He is bringing even more sheet music than usual. But all I can play is the sorrow of my heart. This is far worse than when Elizabeth left me. I never loved her like this.

I have been composing all day. Perhaps I can win back her heart with my song. My song of my love for her.