"Your music..." she sighed as one enmeshed in wonder, "Oh, it is as wondrous as the song of the Gods! Forgive me for the boldness of my tongue, stranger, but none may deny beauty when so purely it reveals itself to them, as the sky reveals the stars"
Fingers flew over the strings of the harp so very swiftly, his song mingling with the notes they produced. A melody as restless and untamable as the sea was heard and it seemed to follow the rules of the tides just as the waves did. Once it was quiet only to rise with a crescendo to a LAMENT of great force. But before long it was quite again and soon nimble fingers played a last chord to put the song to an end.
It was only when a voice was heard that the harpist noticed the lady before him, her golden hair drawing his attention. Orpheus’ head bowed ever so slightly in gratitude. “Too kind are your words,” he spoke, resting his harp on his lap as he sat and studied the stranger. “But a MORTAL singer am I, not to be compared to the deities.”