She didn't speak his language. He played from his soul. The music spoke to them.
The chords he played seemed to tell a wordless story. It
intrigued her to watch how deep set in his mind the music is. It was almost as if
he could hear the music before his fingers played it.
She experience sheer joy in sitting and listening to his
music. There was no need for words because the instrument spoke too clear and
familiar a language.
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