A beautiful piece! Truly wonderful! The piano and ambient made me want to shed a few tears, as it made me think deep about all I've lost before, though I know others have had it worse off. A deep, true work of art that gets to me with ease every time I listen.
Here's my interpretation of this masterpiece; it's a little more of a story than interpretation, though:
A girl is sitting - alone - on a bench near the seashore. It was a full moon night, and it glistened in the sky above like a boat among a sea of clouds. Alone she sits in waiting; the sand scrunched in between her toes; the waves roaring out to her; the sea-birds above calling out to her, asking her to join them in the skies above. As a drop of rain slides down her face, a tear accompanies it. The droplets dance across her emotionless face before dropping to the cold stone beneath her foot. As she lifts her head to stare at the oncoming storm, she could not help but weep. She had lost all but her life, which at this point, was gone with the gulls. As thunder shouted behind her, and the waves crashing before her eyes, she could only think of one thing, and one thing only. She wanted to go with the moonlight; be one with the stars.
She stood slowly as the drops became more frequent; the tears almost seemed to shoot from her eyes as she trudged toward the ocean. A bolt of lightening was seen in the distance. She screamed, but nobody was around to hear. It was almost like a scene out of a messed-up horror film; the damsel in distress, once saved by her prince, now found herself walking towards an unspeakable fate. Friends had fallen, her true love lost, her best friend and only companion throughout the entirety of her life was gone forever. All in a day. A very long day.
As the moon began to fade behind the blackened clouds, the damsel's dirty blonde hair flew in the winds, as if trying to pull her away. Her toes were now drenched with the sea water below; she had taken her first, and one of her last steps. A clap of lightening heard from behind caused her to fall in to the merciless wall of water approaching. She changed her mind; she didn't want to be above the clouds quite yet, but her fate had been sealed. As she tried to move her underskirt away from her head, she could only attempt to struggle. And struggle. And struggle.
The 10-foot wall fell on top of her head, and she lost her vision instantaneously. Just then, to her disbelief, she heard her companion calling for her, and she tried to head towards it. There was a problem, though; it came from all directions, and she had not the ability to find her way to safety.
Carried further in to the ocean, the damsel struggled to breathe much longer; the moon was nearly invisible as the clouds engulfed it whole. She could no longer feel the pain; the base of her life was broken, and she had lost her sense of feeling. One small caveat; she could no longer struggle. The weight of her gown was too much to keep her afloat. Her companion called again, but the damsel couldn't hear the cry.
As her best friend came running, he could not bear the sight before him. He was devastated; the moon was now gone with the winds of change. As he sat and wept, he saw her sapphire-encrusted silver necklace drift back to shore. As he dried off the ornament of legend, he cried out to the sky. The dawn of a life had come to exist. The companion carried the ornament and lay down beneath the bench the damsel rested on minutes before; it was the place they met. Alone and scared, the best friend of the damsel of distress was broken. As he made his final cry to the stormy skies, the rain collapsing on his furry nose, he went with the moonlight.
A life lived and lost by solitude; not an easy thing to forget, is it?