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if music be the food of love, play on

When he left, she filled the silence with music. The empty hours when she missed him, and wished she'd have the strength not to see him ever again. Her fingers dancing on the strings, she softly hummed to the tone, sometimes sang, most often just went through the lyrics in her head, trying to lose herself in the music, immerse in it, hoping against all hope to find there a way to solace. Or, perhaps, to oblivion.

Just for a moment to forget the life she so loathed; the indecision, the self-contempt, the dreams she couldn't let herself to dream.


(If music be the food of love, play on! Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die.)