When she reached the last line, the kitchen window was dark. But she felt, just for a moment, the warmth of a hand on her shoulder.

That night, Elisa typed into her phone’s search bar: “la mia preghiera elevo a te spartito pdf”

And the final lyrics read: La mia preghiera elevo a te, ma non per chiedere, solo per dire: sei stato la musica. (My prayer I raise to you, but not to ask, only to say: you were the music.) Elisa realized then why Nonna Rina had torn the page. She had wanted to keep the prayer unfinished—because finishing it meant accepting that the prayer was not a plea but a farewell.

Below, a melody. Simple. Slow. In A minor.