Organ player

The mystic revery that an organ player puts you in when he plays his coveted instrument(if you can call it that) in a hall, what would it be like. Is it really his bastion? Or is it just a facade for the hollowness that lies inside him.....just like the organ. An object so grand in its size that it would cause awe just when one looks at it...then there's the sound..oh how gracefully delightful that sound is. But..the gigantic presence of the pipes belies the hollowness that is inside, the hollow that feeds its soul, for it is its emptiness that makes it shriek out with such pain and anguish, yet at the same time offering solace to oh-so-many broken hearts...no wonder they would prefer playing it at funerals, for where else to display an object that feeds itself on the sheer emptiness of its soul?