Category: intermediate

  • A still, quiet afternoon with no emotional weather—just the soft presence of time passing. These three pieces sit alongside that stillness, asking nothing, shaping nothing. Just keeping company.

  • The Wimbledon final murmurs from the next room, but the music returns more clearly. A piece once familiar drifts back under the fingers, uninvited, unforced. The room stays still. Something opens, just a little.

  • A soft Sunday after a quiet encounter. Rain on the windows, a phrase in the air, and something still circling from the night before. The moment didn’t ask to be named, it just remained.