Tears of blood
notes intertwine and vibrate briefly before disappearing into the air, leaving behind a trace of melancholy. The piano is old and some keys have dark spots. The bass speak of past times better than the sharp cry nostalgic. Cries the soul of the operator revealed by long, white fingers nimble, beyond time and pain. Immortal sounds that cover the short-lived reality of men flashing colors dim and sad, death looming in every note.
She's gone. And not coming back.
The pace quickens the heart beat damn qho never know what is forgiveness. He destroyed what he loved and who now just merge with the ruined wooden instrument that touches accomplished to become his neighbor. An instrument of fate. Until his tomb and claimed he would not mind the wait was brief. And yet, feels that his path will be a long sentence of darkness and toxic memories.
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