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He sits there with defiance in his eyes and listens to the choir as it sings the final chorus before it dies, the room was packed with critics and a mountain of problems was climbing up the cliff and there was no way to get out of it. 

I could see his body shaking and his grey eyelash with mucus in the corners of his eyes stare directly at me trying to intimidate me but a fly dance in front of his face and shift his focus to another place.

The weight on his mind and the lines across his forehead was an open book for the choir to sing but there were no words in the verses except lines running across the page and the musical symbol creeping all over his face.

 He learn to play the piano when he was three years old but his taste and love for music broke up when he brought the maniac through the door, the big band orchestra suffocate it and from ever since his voice struggle beneath the howling wind and its difficult for him to sing.

The rhythmical words trembles on his lips and set fire to his mind and life takes him back twenty years in time to the little Italian bar at the corner of melody street and just like before he walked in and sit at that special table that was reserved for him.

And there she was sitting at the table with scented rose in the flower jar waiting for him, he gets off the cab and hurried through the door, with roses wrapped in silver paper and gave it to her with a solid grin and passion bursting from within. She took it from him and pulls it apart and reveals the succulent color of her heart.

He never saw black or white and there was no color that could divide, everything was pure and there was no tainted color at the door, she fell into his arms and embrace the musical storm and they drifted away in the serenade

The customer starts to roll in and the heavens start to sing and the little Italian bar was overcrowded, there were many conflicting tunes and the voices of boisterous men rumble above shaking the building with profanity and the night started to get warm and they were enjoying every moment of it.

All the tables were full and there was cluster on the dance floor and the people kept asking for more; he ordered a couple of drinks and pour the wine in the glass that was set before her. She presses her lips on the glass and takes little sips leaving red lipstick stain on the glass, he reached over and kiss her gently on her lips and ignite the fire within.

He suddenly leaps over the piano in the bar and start raking a musical storm, Mozart, Bach, Beethoven everything was on the score; he had her sitting next to him and everyone gather around and start to sing, it was the perfect setting to spend the romantic evening but something  disrupts the proceedings and nobody saw it coming.

An alteration began at the back of the bar and made it to the front of the bar, two men were arguing over money and the old man  shot the other man and  took the money and ran away.

Twenty years have gone by and sorrows start draining from his eyes; his hands are too old and feeble to play the piano the wrinkles on his face shows the dark side of his soul.

He never plays the piano again and there is no way that he could make it to heaven, he had killed a man over the perversion of a woman and it continue to hunt his dreams

And as for her she marries the man of her dream, but a replica of her soul continues to haunt him as he grows old.
 
There is no way up or no way down, he had to sit there until the sun goes down while  the shades of life confronts him.
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