[Not Pigeons]

Music filled a large room that looked to be a library. A young man with reddish brown hair that hung over his eyes sat at a piano and played a sad tune. He thought of his life, his story, his true love. "Peace, A thing I long to see... I will never know it until the day time end not just for me... But, for all eternity. What is time if not an illusion? For flesh and time are what keep us bound to this dimension. The power to lead a heart astray, is better kept at bay, For the price is not there's, but yours to pay. And Me? I am nothing more than The Master's Puppet" He sang to a gray and black cat and lay a top the piano...

Well, That was just a little bit of a story I'm going to write and the silhouette in the picture is of the man playing the piano