|𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

Sun, 23 Feb 2025 11:56:22 +0000

As his finger melts into the key, a soft and gentle note resonates within, filling the room with it. Sucking in a breath, I stare at the maestro sitting in front of the piano with his back straight and his fingers relaxing on the keys. A few locks of hair had fallen on his forehead, and his eyes were lower, focused on the piano keys.