Handel's Organ

Handel took his seat, at the organ, the one he knew well. He knew the rumours that hissed behind his back, throughout London, since his diagnosis had slipped from doctor's secrecy to gossips chambers. He knew his reputation wouldn't last long. But he could play one last piece, give one last concert. Before blindness and rumours swallowed him, before doubt and uncertainty consumed him. For he had lived and breathed music for so long. It made sense, to die the same. His fingers found familiar keys, feet itching to dance on pedals, and played the last song of his soul.