He played one chord
and spent his life returning to it,
not knowing the sound had vanished
with the man who first heard it.
Years later, the recording remained,
imperfect, thin, almost ordinary,
while memory had made it endless.
So he struck one final string
and listened as it faded,
until he understood
that music was never meant to remain,
only to teach him
how everything disappears.
Shayan Afzal 
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