The first notes are soft. Almost tentative.
Minor key. Definitely melancholic.
But then the melody begins to build.
Layers of complexity revealing themselves.
The left hand providing a steady, driving rhythm while the right hand weaves intricate patterns above it.
The composition is sophisticated.
Clearly the work of someone who understands music theory deeply but isn't constrained by it.
The piece tells a story without words.
There's darkness in it.
Passages that feel like struggle. Like drowning.
But there are also moments of light breaking through.
Brief sections in major key that feel like gasps of hope.
The tension builds and releases in waves.
The dynamics ranging from whisper-soft to thunderously loud.
His fingers fly over the keys with precision and passion.
His eyes closed.
Completely lost in the music.
Everyone in the room is transfixed.
Jisoo, who normally can't sit still for more than five minutes, is frozen in his seat.
Eyes wide.
