Very beautiful piece here. It feels like nostalgia and tragedy. It feels like the moment everything catches up with the protagonist on a walk back from the train.
Hey! I know you don’t know me but I’ve just uncovered your melodies anew, They strike a chord, both deep and true. Last night, joy's embrace was sweet and full, Yet now, a subtle void has come to lull. Your piece, “Without,” speaks to this space, A haunting echo, a silent trace. On this lonely Monday night, your tunes Are a warm embrace beneath the moon.
Each note a whisper, each rest a sigh, In the quiet room where shadows lie. Your music turns the dark to light, Guiding others gently through the night.
❤❤❤
Very beautiful piece here. It feels like nostalgia and tragedy. It feels like the moment everything catches up with the protagonist on a walk back from the train.
very nice, always wanted to learn to improvise playing the piano
Hey! I know you don’t know me but I’ve just uncovered your melodies anew,
They strike a chord, both deep and true.
Last night, joy's embrace was sweet and full,
Yet now, a subtle void has come to lull.
Your piece, “Without,” speaks to this space,
A haunting echo, a silent trace.
On this lonely Monday night, your tunes
Are a warm embrace beneath the moon.
It wouldnt let me finish the poem but im subscribing 💯
Each note a whisper, each rest a sigh, In the quiet room where shadows lie. Your music turns the dark to light, Guiding others gently through the night.