Heartstrings

He was always there, dragging out the slow, tortured melody that told of pain and chastity and an uncertain hope.

She was always there, standing amongst the flowing crowd, absorbed in the sorrowful strain that flew from the strings.

She never knew the most beautiful music could hurt so much.

Just a short little, sad, poetic drabble inspired by something that was mentioned between a friend and I. Enjoy!
Copyright - picture credit goes to owner, as well as cover. I only edited it to add some stuff