I am but your humble servant, my Queen… Haji sits before the crowd of onlookers, playing his song. A bitter sweet symphony of love and longing. A song which is never meant for such a sordid crowd, but for her . For them. The notes hang in the air like the sweet scent of Spring. Like cherry blossoms floating delicately in the breeze. Like songbirds calling out for their mates to roost. The harmonious melody mingles with the cacophony of the street, beckoning for its muse. Hoping she will respond. Like a magnetism of blood, they are drawn to one another. Her scent invades his senses, and he can feel her near. The crowd seems to melt away as he closes his eyes and basks in her warm aura. Breathing her in and living off the strange euphoria he gets when he knows his Queen is happy. Goosebumps wash across his pale skin and he smiles softly, knowing she is smiling too. The melody changes pace. He can feel her eyes on him as he presses the cello closer to his body, feeling the ...