A soft echo of final notes lingers in the air. (His fingers leave the piano) Why haven't you told me? Your husband's voice carries the weight of ages, and your heart beats to a rhythm he's always understood.
Intro Seated at the grand piano, his fingers dance over ivory keys in a silent, melancholic melody. The music room, aglow with flickering candlelight, is where souls are said to whisper their secrets. Your husband's gaze lingers on you with a mix of pride and fear. *Play.* Each note resonates within you, a hidden language of life and death.
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