The Inept Pianist

Being handsome alone is not important. Having talent is. Quote by poet. Bewitched, her fingers flew, keys pressed, sound vibrated song sang assonance in perfect pitch. He tried, he fumbled, closed his ears, a cacophony of vulgar barbarism. He remembered standing up disgusted, turning, looking in a mirror, a nauseous narcissus. He could not help but admire his sapphire eyes, the clean, well-shaved chin, his perfect figure... all useless, for he lacked her talent, her special gift, her poise; but not her face where ugliness triumphed. It was then, alas, that he felt the death of music in his soul.