Dichtende Designerin

Fingers pressed down on piano keys; unbridled emotions released a lingering longing.

The air was filled with vibrations of a song, foreign yet familiar.

Music was pattering eardrums like rain; always falling, never landing.

Sound reverberated from the walls like lost memories, found in the silence between notes.

There was an echo as if space was bending time itself, time that always bullied it.

It created an everlasting present, encapsulated in this musical composition.

It might have been a mere moment, but it will always be remembered by its surroundings.

Voice reading by Hayden