Marxello continued to play until his self written song was over. He kept his eyes closed and didn't pay attention to anything but the notes that raced past his eyes. When he played music he felt like he was normal. Like he could see. Like he was no different from anyone else. He took his time and finished playing. He soon was just sitting there. He sensed eyes upon him and turned his beautiful blind eyes her way. Saying nothing but for a moment she would see him without the blindfold. Then he pulled it from his lap and tied it around his head again. Standing up and walked. The elegant silk navy blue top flowed around his form. The black pants framed him in just the right ways. He left the gazebo and headed towards the breakfast hall. He had no plans right now. He loved his piano though. It was the only place he felt normal. Like he was no different from anyone else. He had not sang but he used to sing while playing but no longer...no longer. Too many painful memories went hand in hand with singing.