The pianist

The universe is music. The pianist has fun playing the universe. The chords are everywhere: in the way the wind ruffles on the leaves, in the way the waves whip on the rock, in the way the clouds thunder on a rainy day, in the song of a songbird. Each landscape has a different melody. At the sea, there's a fixed background chord that represents the waves graciously hitting the rocks. Over that sound, there are the notes that represent individual events: the grave bass of the voice of the whales, the baritone of the thunderstorm, the soprano of the birds on the beach.

The pianist can have different moods and disasters and sadness are just a melancholic song played with great pleasure. After all, what's better than a sad song? And he has the right to play whatever he wants. Is he bad for playing a sad song? Of course not. Music is art. Sadness and disgrace are just an important part of it all. Our life is just music played by experient hands. Music that should be enjoyed whether it's happy or melancholic.