Hushed, excited chatter fades as he takes the stage
Eager faces watch him closely, trying to glean some bit of wisdom from the expression on his face, his posture, his every movement
The first note resonates through the crowd, dull vibrato echoing deep in each soul
The piece flows into a rising crescendo and the audience soars with it to the crest, a tweaked string mimics their joy
Here he descends into a solemn, contemplative series of arpeggios, drawing the crowd deeper
And that's all I got sorry.
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