His whole body fell into the music, tears down his face by the time he was done. Some were too stunned to speak, others applauded the small outdoor concert. He wasn't the only one to take that park stage, but he had worn himself out already. Playing that song always made him hurt.
The tears dried while he packed up his violin. She was within distance, approaching him carefully. When he looked upon her face he gave a soft nod. He had no inner sense that told him she was his Eurydice. To him she was just another face. "Did you enjoy the music?" he asked. As the son of Calliope, a favored of the Muses he knew his power was within the sounds he could create.