The greatest marble chiseler in pre-revolution france was not famous or acclaimed, but he was exceptionally talented, he had made a singer for his own devotion, every day, the chiseler would sing for it and ask for music, but it would never happen. Not until the day the chiseler was about to perish from an unknown desease, he could hear it on his deathbed, the tenebrous sound of the violin in Pia’s arms, as Pia smiled on him, like saying “Goodbye”. The Chiseler went with a smile, and Pia gained life.