He softly strummed the alien chords, filling the night with an eerie sound that was almost disharmony. I could not deny, though, that even here there was music, and so there was a touch of God among them too.
I sat and listened to the thing play
trying to forget the struggles of the day,
when half in dream and half in want,
a vision of her face appeared.
And why should love my soul so haunt
when I thought that old wound was seared?
This world, so strange, still knows the night;
Labors need cease. My heart cannot fight.
Tale Told 