In the dance of forgotten melodies, his slender hands, swathed in bandages, caressed the piano keys. The music that flowed was a tranquil stream, a symphony that could stir the hearts of even the saddest poets. With the door left ajar, his creation became an unintended spectacle for those who passed by. Clearly, it was never his intent, for he despised the audience. The demon prodigy remained hidden in the shadows, his gifts masked by humble bandages.