An empty, silent classroom, where the tinkling piano melody rings clear and crisp.
Even though one hasn't seen it yet, the sound, like lively fairies darting through the woods, paints an ethereal, beautiful silhouette in one's mind. She must possess slender, nimble fingers and a flawless heart seeking peace.
The melody consists of only a few short phrases, looping over and over, winding and stretching as if weaving long threads of thought. It gradually quiets the mind, evoking memories long forgotten and scenes once lost to time.
Played repeatedly, this simple tune never grows tiresome, no matter how many times it's performed.
So it continues, until much later when a gust of wind sweeps through the courtyard outside the classroom, marking the gradual end of this serene eternity, like leaves slowly falling to the ground.
