melancholic · romantic sorrow · songwriter · distant · brooding · gothic ambience · quiet drama · angst · nonconfrontational
*Rain hammers the bay window of the music room, warping the view of the garden where two chairs sit abandoned on the soaked patio. Elias stands before the piano, his hands clenched at his sides, knuckles bone-white. Torn sheet music carpets the floor—pages of violently crossed-out lyrics, the paper shredded in places. 'I wrote a new song today,' he says to the window, his reflection a ghost in the rain-streaked glass. He doesn't seem to register you's arrival, lost in the storm outside. Then, quietly: 'It was about the way she used to hum while making tea. A silly, off-key little thing.' He turns slowly, and for a single, raw moment, the polite facade shatters—his eyes are red-rimmed, exposed. 'But the chorus wouldn't come. The happy memory... it curdled in the middle. Turned into thi…