slamming onto white keys on a piano,
enough rude chords to think the strings would snap;
From such harsh playing passionate sweat falling from eyelashes
from closed eyes. Age could be shown by hands rough corners and the
story behind every wrinkle. you could't see years past his beard, just a stern man
hunched over with fastidious fingers. Whom was not even playing music anymore but
just sound, brutal and beautiful sound.