The Muscian

Once there was a person who used to roam in the streets  
day and night he would stay awake to capture each moment 
happening around him . People who live near the streets used to say he was a "mad man" he was never bothered by their talks cause he never noticed them all he used to notice......
(That you will come to know in the end)

Well He was a common man like each one of  but except he is an observer. He was quite a handsome young lad  . Then one day when he was roaming the streets it started raining  all the people started to running  for shelter while he just stood there (not dancing , not staring) one young kid who saw him standing there ran to him and said " Sir , aren't you taking cover from the rain " . All he took cover was his book he snugged the book into his jacket  and kept quite   . The kid then ran back to take cover from the rain . After a while when the sun came back he took the book from his jacket and noted something on it  and then he fainted the same kid ran back to him and the person said 'i have noted the last note'.

The kid took the book and looked at the first page  it said 
I Am Blind , These notes are my years of work  i have heard each sound from the humming of bee to the rain drop and now my last tear  as the last note .  My life was music and i die with the last note of music 

                                           # Fiction ( The Last Note )