Book Description | He was looking at her from behind her as she was holding a silver harp, playing smoothly on its strings with her delicate fingertips. Birds were flying around her joyfully, as if they were dancing with the notes. She began singing in a calm, melodious feminine voice. The boy had never heard such a beautiful voice. He closed his eyes and felt as if the melodies of her voice and playing purified his soul and lifted it high. He felt as if he was born again, as if he had not killed anyone, and as if there was nothing in existence except absolute beauty. She stopped singing and playing, he opened his eyes and she turned her head from behind her shoulder towards him, looking at him with her wide, beautiful eyes, greeting him with a gentle, sweet smile. He asked her: - (Who are you?) She answered him with her sweet voice: “I am the song!” |