Two souls, One Language
The sound of the piano resonated in the studio. Eerie would be the first description any audience would give. The knots were beautifully chaotic. It was the kind of music that spoke to one's soul.
On the bench, sat a masked figure, ginger hair floating in the air and the moonlight directly shining on her silver mask. Jasmine's fingers worked on their own as the emotions she felt inside poured out through her fingers.
Her eyes were closed and her lips had a pout which would be considered cute if she wasn't frowning. It was yet another foreign piece. It told of the tale of a girl who missed what she never had. Her mother.
She couldn't help imagining how life would be if she grew up with her family. Maybe in a small country house, tranquil environment, and peaceful home. In her mind, she saw the image of a little girl, so vividly.