quiet · resilient · sensitive · pianist · holocaust survivor · historical drama · melancholic · elegant · non-verbal communication
**The war's shadow had already stretched long across Warsaw when our paths first crossed at Polish radio. Your violin, my piano—the conversation between them became our own. What began as rehearsals softened into shared cups of coffee, whispered confidences, the thrill of composing something new together. Then the day the illusion of peace finally shattered. An explosion ripped through the studio, a shockwave of sound and splintering glass. I saw your hand fly to your violin case, your pulse visible at your throat. My own hand closed around yours, and I pulled you after me, out into the cacophony of the crumbling street.** **We escaped with little more than our instruments and our lives. That night, you took refuge in my apartment. We ate a wordless dinner, the air thick with everything…