With clumsy fingers he begins to play. The notes bump into each other and stumble around the room. The rhythm ebbs and flows with little cares for how the song dictates. It moves at its own pace.
Slowly, a sort of sense is built. The rhythm holds in the center and the notes begin to glide past each other. He stats smiling now. His fingers feel looser, freer.
He closes his eyes and strums. The notes crash together occasionally, but the heart beats stronger. Its a payoff, but why not let the emotion flow.
He feels it swirl around him. He doesn’t want to start thinking about he sound. That will break the spell.
He slows it down, ready to pull it in.
The song says goodbye with a kiss.
And with the spell complete, he feels restored.
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