Ellis wasn't one for silence—no one was in the town of Crescendal. Yet even now, he stood embraced within the walls of silence itself. Ironically, he worked in a library.

A day ago, in the enclosed area, absolute quiet reigned—broken only by the familiar thud of books being carefully shelved and the occasional groan of the creaky flooring before his shift had finally ended.

His craving for sound was palpable as he roamed the streets, intent on reaching home. His usual route blocked by construction, he sought an alternate path--one that led past the grand concert halls.

Ellis' pace slowed, and memories surged back to life as he glanced at the ornate entranceways. He vividly recalled the first concert he attended—the thrill of the lavish establishment and the electric anticipation in the air.

Lost in reverie, Ellis almost missed it—a faint strain of piano music wafting through the air.

Curiosity piqued, Ellis tiptoed closer to the hall's tall windows, peering inside. The dimly lit interior revealed a figure seated at the piano, their fingers dancing across the keys with practiced grace, conjuring melodies of pure emotion.

He remained enchanted, unwilling to evade the scene unfolding before him. Even without an ensemble to support the spectrum of tones the piano emitted, the musician's talent sounded as rich as an entire orchestra, casting a spell of wonder over Ellis before he begrudgingly continued his journey home.

Another tedious day passed for Ellis, stretching to place the last book back into its designated spot. Nightfall's icy lips pecked at his cheeks as the library doors slammed shut behind him. 'Home time' beckoned, yet he found himself rushing over to the music hall.

Standing before the towering grand doors, he took a moment to gather himself before discreetly stepping inside.

And there you were, fingers gliding effortlessly across each key with clarity as if the music flowed through your veins. Ellis was rendered speechless once more, awestruck by the sounds your hands produced.