Oil on canvas.
THE MUSIC WAS NOW UNMISTAKEABLE
And he paused
To enjoy the sound of harps
Playing a sinuous
Elusive melody
There were voices
And though the he could not place the language
The snatches of polite laughter
Brought a faint smile to his lips
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