Gaia had one more story to tell, as she heard it whispered above the Wind Tower.
A man played the piano in a meadow, alone. He dreamt of others to play the music for, of air that spread the music and of wooden walls that gently reflect it in a hall shaped as a soundboard. He played and dreamt until, one day, he built the hall made as an instrument, where each note could be heard from every seat.
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These stories and drawings are just so lovely. Thank you. I look forward to them.
Aw, lovely. 🙂
Wonderful “story”.
I can almost hear the pianist´s dream and each of his note. 🙂
Thank you for your lovely illustration of birds 🙂
Lovely