Simple Music

It was such a terribly unloved instrument, his precious recorder. It was unappreciated, abandoned and scorned, so he had adopted it.

He didn't play for beauty: classical purity and romantic grandeur were not for him and his recorder. He played for love: simple, cheerful melodies played spontaneously in a silent moment.

No matter where he went, it went with him: a faithful companion who would never leave him, who could offer comfort in despair, who could lighten anger or fear or inspire his intuition with a few quick notes.

His recorder was his music, and music brought life to everything.