His fingertips moved along the strings for he was nothing without them. He let the melody speak for him because it was the only way he knew how to communicate with others. For people it’s just an instrument but for him it was his voice.

      Each different tone described a word and each different melody told a story. The instrument was his voice because without it he had none.

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