"Oh, dear friend, you are truly too good to me."
The soul fire in Elvius's bony eye sockets also brightened a bit, like two phosphorescent flames burning brightly amidst the darkness. Fleshless fingers brushed lightly over the taut, polished strings, producing a soothing, gentle sound that echoed throughout the narrow room.
Hearing this wonderful music, Elvius was endlessly excited. He carefully lifted the harp from its wooden case, acting as if cradling a newborn baby. His fingers danced expertly on the strings, and a string of smooth, crystal-clear notes, like a spring stream, rang out following Elvius's movements.
Jasmine recognized the melody of his favorite poem, a song praising the sunlight.
Elvius didn't play the song completely from beginning to end, only playing a short section before stopping. He carefully placed the harp back into its case, gently wiped the invisible dust off the wooden edge, and suddenly stood up and walked outside.
