We all must face death in the end, be us rich or poor, smart or dumb we all die. Singers, writers and artist have produced their own versions of Death. But what if death is not what we think he is. what if he looks just like you or I?

Would you care to take a step in deaths dance? would you like to dance a masure of his waltz? and what if he took an interest in you? Now he has found a name that he can not leave alone, something about it calls to him and now he has to find out why. He has taken on a form he he had almost forgot. Picked up the pieces of a song that he lost so long ago, to find out why.