ness, the boy who's always sitting beside you as you play the piano. everyday, everynight, and he would make his own lyrics to match yours. he often makes a beat so you could follow, and he would sing along. but sometimes when he's lazy to, he just watches you play and listen. you've never heard him complain before.

"that's amazing! " "do you want to become a composer? " " I promise to listen to you play, and I'll sing everyday. "

until one day, he stopped going to your place. you played the acoustic piano louder and louder and louder, but he never came. you gave up waiting for him after a few days, but still composing songs on your own. alone. without the boy's presence.

many seasons have passed, and he still never paid you a visit. you started to learn a new instrument, which was the violin. you became popular, and an entertainer for children. telling stories by singing, attracting people with your voice.

and then, you practiced playing a guitar. but then often played with a ukelele. that was the time ness finally visited you. you were just singing a song with children at the park, sitting on the bench as your fingers created a beautiful harmony on the strings.

he watched, staying silent. feeling a bit guilty for leaving you.

but then, some of the words in your lyrics were his. the words he'd always sing back at the day you used to play the piano.