The old cello

     At dusk, when no one was around anymore, I went back to a place that casted some of the most intriguing events over the last two hundred years, a place that once taught generations, yet now abandoned to dust, ironically, due to the lack of use of knowledge and wisdom of those who leaved it.
    I didn't know what was I doing there, perhaps it was my wish to visit again this place. I wandered around the enormous hallways, my eyes drifting from one shadow to another that would creep in when windows would stop lightening my path.
    Strange light, it would pass through me like through air.
    When I looked back, I noticed I had no shadow extending from my feet.
    'You go, your shadow stays...'  I wonder who was gone and who remained behind then.
     At the end of the west wing hallway I opened a door to a chamber where light would wash over a chair and the wooden floor around it.
    Looking in the background there was an old cello. So old that I had to rip the cobwebs off of it.
    I took a second look at the instrument. So beautiful, yet so silent...
    I fixed the strings back from the cello's bridge to its tuning pegs. Done, now was the time to try it. Although I had no song in my mind, I tried a few notes. To my surprise, I could not stop. A sorrowful ballad filled the darkness, forcing it to shuffle from one corner to the other of the room.
    Thoughtless, I took the cello with me.
    On my way back, I met one of my former professors wandering around. Strange how the history repeated itself. Could this place gather our consciences and guide them to their appointed chambers?
    He stopped merely surprised when he saw me.
    'Isn't it strange? Is anyone else around here?' he asked me.
    Something inside me decided not to tell him. I just shrugged, then stirred my feet further to the exit.
    'Keep walking,'I told myself. 'I want to sing again.'
   
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    Note: truth be told, I never ever touched a cello, though I love its sound. But this dream I had was so real that I actually felt everything, and that wouldn't happen too often. I could literally feel the instrument's strings, how I ripped those cobwebs off of it, and how I tried to sing those few notes. Everything felt so vivid.
   Among other strange dreams, this one was one of the most powerful ones. And I had to share it with you.