Perfection

... As I walked a dismal place…ahem..thank you Wordsworth. I heard a music which immediately connected my soul to eternity. I went in search of this source of music. An old man, as old as time itself sat there casually caressing and yet having a serious dialogue with music. It moved me so much that I ran to him to fall at his feet only to realize there were only two stump like legs. A bit jolted I bowed down hoping his hands would bless me. Two arms, palms and stubbed incomplete hands rested on my head. All extremities eaten up. I looked up seeking his vision to fall upon me, and to my utter dismay they were almost visionless. Stunned, speechless, I looked at this serene being, thoughts halted as it is in bewilderment. He could feel and hear my presence. His sound, pure and wholesome drawing away from all his other senses. I could not comprehend whether there could be a boon hidden in his seemingly cursed state. He looked more complete than I. All measures of comparison rendered obsolete.