You know when someone gives your kid a Christmas present of a penny whistle, or they go to school and come home told to learn the recorder! Well just imagine how you'd feel if your son decided that he wanted to learn how to play the cymbals! Well this young lad - the incarnation of a visiting celestial being - encounters a man at a café who is polishing his, and he is soon determined to have some of his own. Luckily (or not) this musician happens to have a spare set and so now, spool on twenty years or so and he has a spot in the town's band. He is pretty hopeless at timing his clashes, but now is his chance to impress a young lady from the village. What are the chances that he can actually get it right on the day? It ends up the most unlikely of love stories, this, but along the way is quite observational about a society that celebrates life and death in a remarkably similar way - with music. There's little dialogue to speak of, really, just a gentle direction of travel that raises a smile (and a grimace) as this character becomes a man with a different longing.