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.
helobiae 
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