Eternal Strings

An old blind man sways as if in a trance as he plays the strings of the harpsichord. His skeletal frame like a thin pine tree in hurricane winds. Strands of thin grey hair swing from side to side; his frail hands show large discolored veins and expose protruding bone against thin skin. The iris and pupils of his eyes are cloudy white. His eyes transfixed. He plays the song of a story only he knows. The strings of the harpsichord haunt his memories and recall the days of sorrow and a love he once knew.Β He cannot cry because there are no tears left to be given. His torment are his memories; still he plays beautifully.Β  The ghostly eyes of the dark crow watch from the shadows.

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