The Grieving - Old Guitarist

A cocoon of loneliness wraps around him, his music now quiet, all shards of hope gone with the last dying notes discordant and off-key, the soundtrack of his life broken. Anguish waits at the edge of a silent concert, solitary harmonics a floating mute mirage, pure as the music of the spheres only he can hear and remember. The air around him sighs, expecting a thunderous applause, the excited murmur of an audience. Guitar strains for one final touch of his fingers. It is a glorious moment to finish the grieving.