air still, trees silent

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mere days now. his hands faltered, his last note slipping away weakly as emotion settled in again. he has played countless pieces throughout his life, some of which he knew so intimately they were nearly reflexive now, but the last few days had seen an unusual sense of quiet from him. pensive, he sat again at the bench tonight, delicate touch mustering out only three or four notes before lapsing into silence once more. yes, he had played hundreds of songs by now, ascribing personal meaning, importance, and weight to those that highlighted some of the most beautiful and fleeting moments of his life. he had even penned some himself, though nothing could compare to the future he now was to compose. he worried at first that he may be fearful, that expectations and doubts may rob him of joy so near, that the choices of others would cloud his future, but all that stirred inside him was excitement, a growing eagerness with every sunrise and every sunset remaining. finally, there was no fear left to feel. he knew the same presence that hung over his shoulder at night, thoughtful and quiet, would warm every moment that was to come, that the gentle hands clasped in attentive reverence would steady every note yet to be played. perhaps they two alone could not preform a symphony, but for the first time in his life, vyn richter wrote a duet.