Kom Susser Todd

Judas Anderson sat quietly in the music room, his hands slowly encircling a large case and opening it, his hands of metal and flesh going to work as he pulled out his cello and slowly began to play "Pachelbel's Canon", letting the strains of the cello echo around the empty music room.
The music filled the empty place his soul had escaped from, and it reminded him of his duty.

He continued to play, though a smile spread around his lips, his back to Mimosa.
"Who goes there?"

Judas laughed.
"Oh well, I can sense human energy, but not the beauty of your heart."
He turned, smirking.
"Having a free concert, eh?"

Judas shrugged.
"But of course my love, but of course."
He slowly returned to his instrument, holding up the bow and playing carefully, returning to the weaving, brooding notes of the music as he continued the Canon, the beautiful but depressing music echoing everywhere.

Judas seemed concentrated on the cello, slowly weaving out of Pachelbel, the notes of music echoing feelings as they rose and flitted about. Madness first, his bow moving quickly, then transitioning a slow, mellow, apathetic tune, then one of passion. It seemed like organized, beautiful chaos.