A monochord's tunes

There was a man who played the monochord very badly but still thought that he played it very beautifully. His neighbour was a young widow. One day, when he was playing the monochord, he heard the neighbour crying. He thought that she might be affected by his wonderful monochord's tunes. He checked the idea by stopping playing it. As a matter of the fact, the young widow stopped crying, too. After that, the man also learnt that she cried every time he played the monochord. The harder he played, the harder she cried. He was very glad and thought that she was surely keen on his talent of monochord playing. From then on, he just played it during quite nights in order to seduce her. One day, when he was sure that she had completely fallen in love with him, he said to her: - What makes you so sad that you cry whenever I play the monochord? If my monochord playing troubles you, I'll stop it from now on. The widow answered: - Yes, it does. I recall my dead husband whenever you play the monochord. The man was beside himself with joy and asked: - Was he a good monochord playerr when he was alive? The widow shook her head and answered: - No, my dead husband knew how to card cotton only. I recall the sound from his cotton carding and cry whenever hearing your monochord's tunnes.