And one night...

He sat on his table for a long time. The candle now was a puddle of wax and the light waned long before he could realise. For him, it made no difference. The song he had been humming all night, held him in such constant, pensive thought.

A breeze hurried through the window before him. Awaken by the cold, he instantaneously moved his palms to cup the candle, only to recognise that the light no longer existed.

Author's Note

I welcome all sorts of criticism out there.