Playing the piano, with her eyes fixed on the moon peeping through the window pane, was a young woman. Her beautiful face was pale and her hair was as black as the roses in the garden. Her blue eyes were bathed in tears. She wore a simple, elegant black dress. She seemed oblivious to my presence. We had both been captured by the music. Her fingers moved prodigiously over the black and white keys. Her hands seemed to move on their own, carried away by the music. Watching her play Melancholia made me feel insignificant. It was as if she was part of that piano. Melancholy seemed more beautiful and perfect than ever. She closed her eyes, melting into the final notes of Melancholia. I watched her in silence, almost holding my breath. I was deeply captivated. She played the last note and opened her eyes. She wiped her tears with her hand, blinked and took a deep breath, as if she had just returned to the real world. I didn't move and remained hidden. Her eyes wandered around the room, she felt watched. Her eyes. I had seen those eyes elsewhere. That blue gaze so intense, defiant and beautiful. And his black hair... that way of touching... The young woman stood up and caressed the surface of the piano. She looked around. My heart was pounding. She looked at me. She took a step back. I understood that I had been discovered, but still I dared not leave my shadowy corner.
Playing the piano, with her eyes fixed on the moon peeping through the window pane, was a young woman. Her beautiful face was pale and her hair was as black as the roses in the garden. Her blue eyes were bathed in tears. She wore a simple, elegant black dress. She seemed oblivious to my presence. We had both been captured by the music. Her fingers moved prodigiously over the black and white keys. Her hands seemed to move on their own, carried away by the music. Watching her play Melancholia made me feel insignificant. It was as if she was part of that piano. Melancholy seemed more beautiful and perfect than ever. She closed her eyes, melting into the final notes of Melancholia. I watched her in silence, almost holding my breath. I was deeply captivated. She played the last note and opened her eyes. She wiped her tears with her hand, blinked and took a deep breath, as if she had just returned to the real world. I didn't move and remained hidden. Her eyes wandered around the room, she felt watched. Her eyes. I had seen those eyes elsewhere. That blue gaze so intense, defiant and beautiful. And his black hair... that way of touching... The young woman stood up and caressed the surface of the piano. She looked around. My heart was pounding. She looked at me. She took a step back. I understood that I had been discovered, but still I dared not leave my shadowy corner.
Playing the piano, with her eyes fixed on the moon peeping through the window pane, was a young woman. Her beautiful face was pale and her hair was as black as the roses in the garden. Her blue eyes were bathed in tears. She wore a simple, elegant black dress. She seemed oblivious to my presence. We had both been captured by the music. Her fingers moved prodigiously over the black and white keys. Her hands seemed to move on their own, carried away by the music. Watching her play Melancholia made me feel insignificant. It was as if she was part of that piano. Melancholy seemed more beautiful and perfect than ever. She closed her eyes, melting into the final notes of Melancholia. I watched her in silence, almost holding my breath. I was deeply captivated. She played the last note and opened her eyes. She wiped her tears with her hand, blinked and took a deep breath, as if she had just returned to the real world. I didn't move and remained hidden. Her eyes wandered around the room, she felt watched. Her eyes. I had seen those eyes elsewhere. That blue gaze so intense, defiant and beautiful. And his black hair... that way of touching... The young woman stood up and caressed the surface of the piano. She looked around. My heart was pounding. She looked at me. She took a step back. I understood that I had been discovered, but still I dared not leave my shadowy corner.
a girl is playing the piano in front of a full moon
a woman is sitting at a piano in front of a full moon
a woman looking out the window at the full moon
a painting of a girl playing the piano at night