Intelligent William Meadows

William Meadows looked at the broken piano in his hands and felt shocked.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. He had always loved magical Falmouth with its frantic, fair fields. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel amazed.
Then he heard a sound that made him feel frightened, heather was calling him. But heather was already dead, in his basement. Was he going crazy?