What a strange story.
When the fame knocked at his door, he wasn’t ready.
The day he realized his qualities (originality, critical thinking and musicality) were finally known, he allowed himself a long moment of hesitation.
He woke up in the middle of the night, wrote down a couple of lines on the kitchen wall and vanished.
“Don’t look for me”
“How good is coffee in Istanbul”
MicroFICTION # 7