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.
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