I was walking home from the Dart yesterday looking on Spotify for French music to play at a themed dinner party. I ended up on the Amelie soundtrack, an old favourite. It made me pause, the wind swirling around me - leaves at my feet, and think clearly of Liane's face. I could feel her with me.

For the second time in as many days my face crumbled, my hands reached for my eyes and I cried, in the middle of the street. The piano washed over me and my brain and heart despaired. Music is such an emotional force. I shuffled home and lay on the couch, not sure what to do. I listened to the same song again, drank in the sadness and let the emotions come.

What else could I do?