It would be useless to describe the playing of Erich Zann on that dreadful night. It was more horrible than anything I had ever overheard, because I could now see the expression of his face, and could realise that this time the motive was stark fear. He was trying to make a noise; to ward something off or drown something out—what, I could not imagine, awesome though I felt it must be. The playing grew fantastic, delirious, and hysterical, yet kept to the last the qualities of supreme genius which I knew this strange old man possessed.-H.P Lovecraft, The Music of Erich Zann

Been reading Lovecraft lately. This is based off perhaps my favorite story of his, “The Music of Erich Zann”. 
Edited by the magnificent “Joazzz”, set up by me.
It would be useless to describe the playing of Erich Zann on that dreadful night. It was more horrible than anything I had ever overheard, because I could now see the expression of his face, and could realise that this time the motive was stark fear. He was trying to make a noise; to ward something off or drown something out—what, I could not imagine, awesome though I felt it must be. The playing grew fantastic, delirious, and hysterical, yet kept to the last the qualities of supreme genius which I knew this strange old man possessed.

-H.P Lovecraft, The Music of Erich Zann

Been reading Lovecraft lately. This is based off perhaps my favorite story of his, “The Music of Erich Zann”. 

Edited by the magnificent “Joazzz”, set up by me.