'Das ist genug, ' he mutters out loud. Not thinking anymore, that's why he's here, now. If only it would last.
The music blares in his silence, as it has for years. It is the soundtrack of his life. He points the .38 into his mouth.
The beautiful music.
'Ich habe genug,' he sings, crying again. It’s all too much.
The morning finds the gun on the table and the man on the floor. Singing and crying to himself.