Sheet music

The notes flow like a river, rushing down to meet the falls. Fingers ache but yet no signal can reach the brain, numbed by melody. Sweat, skin, metal and cedar working as a team to combat the forces. Repeated until politely interrupted by the calming chorus, but it didn't seem to matter. Repeat. Repeat. A cloud hovers over chords and rains down refrain washing away the strums previous, cleansing mind and soul. But he couldn't come up with an equal beauty, no end to a half finished thought.