Nocturne
Chopin once said, “The night is my soul, and music is my whisper to the world.” One winter evening in Paris, a young pianist played a Nocturne under candlelight, a jade bracelet resting against his wrist. Legend tells that this jade once belonged to a lost composer, and when night falls, it trembles softly, murmuring an unfinished melody. The pianist closed his eyes, letting his fingers find the keys, listening beyond the silence. Then, he played a piece that had never existed—yet felt like a memory.
Some music never disappears, it only waits to be heard.
Chopin once said, “The night is my soul, and music is my whisper to the world.” One winter evening in Paris, a young pianist played a Nocturne under candlelight, a jade bracelet resting against his wrist. Legend tells that this jade once belonged to a lost composer, and when night falls, it trembles softly, murmuring an unfinished melody. The pianist closed his eyes, letting his fingers find the keys, listening beyond the silence. Then, he played a piece that had never existed—yet felt like a memory.
Some music never disappears, it only waits to be heard.
Chopin once said, “The night is my soul, and music is my whisper to the world.” One winter evening in Paris, a young pianist played a Nocturne under candlelight, a jade bracelet resting against his wrist. Legend tells that this jade once belonged to a lost composer, and when night falls, it trembles softly, murmuring an unfinished melody. The pianist closed his eyes, letting his fingers find the keys, listening beyond the silence. Then, he played a piece that had never existed—yet felt like a memory.
Some music never disappears, it only waits to be heard.
Bead Size : 7.6mm