A Song for the Ages, Waiting to Be Heard

Only a madman can save another madman. The purest love beneath that madness is the only salvation. That insurmountable barrier, so impossibly distant, is the greatest regret. That sorrow, with its mixed praise and blame and vanished glory, is the source of obsession. The pages of history gather dust, the stars shift; kingdoms change with the tides of power. If kindred spirits still exist between heaven and earth, may the melodies left behind through the ages find someone to play them again. Premise: