The vibrations dissipated and the melody came to an end. For seven long years, David had anguished over this piece – his perfect opus. So many nights he had tried to recapture that tune which had filled his dream with such joy. Its simplicity eliciting the flowery meadows and twinkling stream of his nocturnal vision. This was, he knew, the sound track of his life. Now he had finally grasped it in all its glory. He picked up his pencil and began to make the final notations upon his score, just as his eyes grew dim. At the moment of of his opus’ perfection, David’s heart failed.
Padre
FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: 2020: WEEK #50
Padre's Ramblings 
Wow! Not at all what I was expecting in the end. I hope he was able to leave teh world a finished composition, even if he was never able to play it for anyone but himself. Enjoyed!!
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