In that symphony of life

the gods must be the cello. Solo or counterpoint, harmony or discord.  The bone-deep thrum that sends vibrations through the soul.

An echo. A response. Pull to the heartstrings with that increase in tension, a wail of the strings.

Never quite the star, but omnipresent, underpinning the whole: it’s absence felt keenly as a hollowness bereft of melody.

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