The moonlight dances upon the dust-covered stage.
The curtains sway gently as though sighing their tales.
In the corner stands a figure shrouded in unanswered whispers.
With each draw of the bow, the sound reverberates into eternity,
a sonorous wail, a soaring lament.
The Enigmatic Composer:
Shadowy fingers trace the unseen notes, weaving tapestry upon tapestry,
in ink invisible to the eyes yet vivid in the mind.
The air thickens, a tangible weight presses upon the heart.
What chronicles await this cipher, solitude's guardian?
An orchestration of silence filters through the beams,
leaving nothing but echoes, hollow boundaries of sound.