This is a longing that will draw her across Seattle, Prague, Bonn...and time itself. Charlotte is far too captivated by the enchanting tourist who's laid claim to the piano in a jazz bar. The likeness isn't blatantly noticeable to the other patrons. After all, the composer in which he bares such a striking resemblance is not of common interest. It is obvious to Charlotte. Never mind that the composer has been dead for more than a hundred years... With each encounter, his words spoken and the personality that unfolds before her, Charlotte observes that the resemblance is deeper than...