"Who has brought me here?"
Music echoes through the still night, the sorrowful tune resonates within the soul.
It starts out slow and harmonious, the rhythm changes midway and crashes to a loud, pulsing, dramatic finish. The night air feels oddly still without the nocturne; awkward almost.
After a rest, the nocturne starts up again, slow and sorrowful as it ever was. A smile crosses his lips:
"I am finally home."
Music echoes through the still night, the sorrowful tune resonates within the soul.
It starts out slow and harmonious, the rhythm changes midway and crashes to a loud, pulsing, dramatic finish. The night air feels oddly still without the nocturne; awkward almost.
After a rest, the nocturne starts up again, slow and sorrowful as it ever was. A smile crosses his lips:
"I am finally home."