Didelphis on his cello.

"My God be upheld in our distress,
My cries fill the air, my cries fill the air,
the fangs of suffering tear at my bosom
and refuse to release their hold.
When will my sorrow begin to pale?
Lux aeterna luceat eis Domine.
I have been struck and I am suffering...
...when will my sorrow begin to pale?" Rowan London

(fyi, this is a new medium. Acrylic paint, gonna be practicing it more)