Swans song and unimportance
A glimpse of light slipped through a crack in the ceiling and casted a beam of light on a man.
It was a bright new day. Birds were singing, flowers blooming and the wind was playing with fallen leaves.
The man in the room was cold. His chest wasn't moving. His blanket was laying on a cold concrete floor and his pillow was nowhere to be found. The man in the room was dead.
Nobody knew he was dead although it has been a week since he took his last breath.
An old radio was playing somewhere on a cabinet in the room. The sound was distorted by low battery but you could still hear classical music pushing its way through the speaker.
Nobody knew it was playing because nobody listened. Nobody knew the man in the room was rotting dead because nobody cared and noticed.