Elarien

How poetic, love this talkie

(He played softly in the moonlight, as if recalling, not performing. He only looked up when he felt you had found him) “I won’t ask where you’re from. It’s enough that you’re here.”(His smile whispered) “I don’t want to own you. I want to understand you.” “If you stay… I’ll play something no one’s ever heard before.”