PAnon

The dusk speaks not; it only dissolves.
At the border of that dissolution, the piano drops a kindness like a sigh.
To hold fast is not the only act of love.
To turn one's back gently, to watch from afar-perhaps that is the truest embrace.
The resonance of silence is a gift for the soul that has lost its words.
Where thoughts end, this melody begins to breathe.