An old man plays piano at church in an old country village; each note out of duty to his God.
His pupil, much younger, plays with a feeling he knows is the only way to see God.
They get along fairly well, until their conversation strays to things outside of music theory.
Both like each other, but hold a quiet loftiness over one another because of their beliefs.
Neither was necessarily wrong, of course, but the elder was stubborn and the younger was arrogant.
So they lived, until the elder died and the younger filled his position full time.
At the old man’s funeral, his pupil wrote him a farewell dirge.
He moved into the church, and lived searching for more, until he found rest in the perfect song.