The island was
in the waters of the souls

alone
but together with them
one instrument with its strings.
They believed in him.
Even without miracles…
They shared their lives
even if he never asked
for anything
as he was the curator.
But they wanted
to touch his fingers.
Each of them…
So they used all the chords
they knew.
Because he was a fact.
They knew from the beginning
that he will always love them.
No risk. No danger.
Just light. Just faith.
And they did what they wanted
until the end.
Because they were sure
that he will be with them
even after.