The Sorcerer's Songs

~All song lyrics in this story are from the CD, Weathervanes, by Steven Howell.~"If I knew then, what I know now.I'd like to think I'd choose a different way to go.But, my mistakes have paved the way,Down this dark and lonely, dead-end road."Poised on a stool in a corner of yet another bar, in front of a crowd of maybe fifty, the harmonies he played reached out to those around him. The rhythms in his head stirred his heart. For a man of magic, a sorcerer with powers he had never asked for, his musical talents were sung spells. He serenaded the world either to cure another's damaged heart or to place a temporary band-aid on his own. They were his weapon of defense against loneliness, bringing people to him like a siren's song. Yet, for the most part, he let his music haunt the deeper needs of those who listened-letting musical phrasings stir wants unnamed or purposely forgotten. Although he felt but a living and breathing jukebox, these strangers who came to see him play were the only lives he could touch. He reached out to them with his songs.This had been Adam's life until one night one of his songs lured him back toward his hometown, and he called out for Stacey, the one he was forced to leave behind all those years ago. Only this time she wants answers as to why he left, and maybe a bit of revenge for the heart he destroyed.