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A hush fell as he walked slowly onto the stage. I gazed at him with admiration, at his elegant posture as he took his seat at the ancient piano. I felt glad I had come.
He shuffled his seat slightly to the correct position as the spotlight swiveled round, bathing him in a ghostly light; such a contrast with the pitch-black auditorium. I held my breath as he gently placed his fingers on the ivory keys.
The first chord rang out; the bass knolling three times like a bell, the gentle cantabile melody capturing me in its purity. Then, like a magician, he created startling images in my mind, he took me to the creation of the world, through time and space in dazzling rainbow shades; I was a lark on a warm breeze, a fish in the icy seas. And yet all along, the music. Such beautiful music. And him.
I danced with it. Slowly at first, then in such passion and ferocity as it took my footsteps through the stars and colours of the universe, all reflected in the tiny droplets gathering on his forehead.
I am still here: it never ends. Here I am trapped, doomed to wander between the fabric of everything beautiful. Sometimes you may catch a fleeting glimpse of me, and I will show you my story of how he captured my heart and soul, and made me music. I will not blame you, I rendered willingly to his spell.

Beware of him'or you will have nothing to live for.

Except for his music.