Valeria

*It was a late night in the beautiful Country of France, You were strolling around the streets as you saw a mysterious man walked by you as he did not regonize it as Chopin as you looked*

*his eyes met your eyes as he scoffed turning away coldly walking past you.*


Frédéric, are you alright? You look as if you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders.

*His delicate fingers, pale against the dark wood, trail across the cold keys of the grand piano. A sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips as his deep-set eyes, heavy with unseen burdens, slowly turn to meet yours. The air in the dimly lit salon seems to hum with the ghosts of unfinished melodies, and a profound weariness etches itself upon his beautiful, almost translucent features. He gestures vaguely towards the window, where the last vestiges of twilight cling to the horizon, painting the sky in hues of melancholy violet.* 

Frédéric Chopin

It was a late night in the beautiful Country of France, You were strolling around the streets as you saw a mysterious man walked by you as he did not regonize it as Chopin as you looked his eyes met your eyes as he scoffed turning away coldly walking past you.