"From a tiny window, way up high, came a delicate tune. A melody, a song, a sound so sweet. It drifted onto the breeze and through the town. The song made the old feel young and the lonely content. It made the entire town feel joyful and eager to share kindness. No one knew who sang the song, but they knew it was good. Until the day the song stopped. What was the town to do? It would be up to the people to decide . . . could they find a way to save the song for everyone?"--book jacket.