@@daniaparvez1222 its nice to know that i made you laugh hehe 😅 I really hope you get better soon from that nasty virus 💓 I wish u a good year ahead in 2021. I may be a stranger so i dont know what ur like in real life but you are probably a good person who deserves much love and support. Keep fighting the virus, rest/eat well, and don’t forget to plan ahead so you get a bright future and have things you are excited to do once you get healthy again. Don’t think about anything negative bc I’m sure you’ll recover soon :D 💞
@@ranran8065 i just read your comment, and guess what? your prayer really has worked upon me. im getting better and healthier day by day 💖 love you (insert your name here)
POV: Your lover died 10 years ago today, and you kept his/her’s favorite instrument in another room, yet you never opened it. Today was the day you decided to go and see it. You unlocked the door and the sight of the piano brought tears to your eyes, you brushed some dust off the seat and began playing, till you broke down sobbing. both from the despair and wretched piano. You the felt somebody wrap their arms around you, you slowly sat up and looked around to see if somebody was near. Yet nobody was there, you continued crying till you heard a voice, "Don’t cry, my love. It’s okay now." You knew your lover was here with you, so you felt a moment of solace.
He was curse to play this haunting tune , forever alone . Till one day a beautiful girl walks in his abandoned mansion. She would sit down a the piano bench with him , running her fingers over the keys . He loved the look on her face when he played a different tune. He finally found his light. And when she died , she joined him on the piano
Anyone else feel like the protagonists of an epic fantasy/historicalfiction/drama story when listening to these playlists? I always feel like I'm running down a path in an autumn forest wearing a victorian dress.
You're walking down the very halls of the abandoned manor your grandpa has fatally died in due to heart disease. As you walk more farther, the more it felt eerie yet it felt so daringly relaxing. You come across a room locked with two locks. You look around and a set of keys laying on a nearby table catches your eyes. You gently grab the keys as you walk back to the locked doors. After a while, you finally managed to unlock such locks. You placed the set in your pockets as you carefully opened the doors as they loudly creak around the manor. Inside was the magnificent ballroom where you first met your grandpa. As you walked in the ballroom, all the memories started to flood in. The laughter, music, and that kid. Who was that kid again? All you could remember was that they were a close friend but you couldn't place your mind on it. You sighed because of it as you placed your hands behind you. You look around the beautiful ballroom. You walk up to the second part of the ballroom. You looked below from the balcony. You turned around and saw a Grand Piano. You chuckled to yourself walked towards it. You sat down and looked around and caught a book. You grabbed the book and blew off all the dust. You coughed and sneezed. You opened the book to be revealed of songs wrote by your grandpa. You smile and chose a song to play. Once you had chosen one, you placed the book down, and played the song carefully. You closed your eyes as you continued to play it. You smile to yourself and started to sway your body slowly. The feeling of comfort and relaxation took over you, but you couldn't be more happy. Grandpa was a great man. (Im sorry if it has mistakes or sounds cheesy, i wanted to write. I have been obsessing on ballrooms and ballgowns so much lately ughh 😫👌👌)
@@ayft8266 hm, a room made to be kept away from the people who were investigating it when the grandpa died. Im kidding just there for the story. Hm i have no idea whatsoever
Her hand cups the air , with a presence on her waist and the feeling of breath next to her neck she glides through the air , gleefully giggling to the space in the open room , yet a faint tune starts to play on the broken piano a symphony no one had heard , her feet abruptly stop and a whisper calls out " I haven't danced for centuries "
While walking down a strangely familiar abandoned structure, you hear a beautiful tune play within the walls of the corridor and were drawn to it. It was as if you had heard of the tune before and you trying to retrace it, but each time your mind went a blank and you felt dizzy. So you continued down the long hallway, opening each door to find the source, your heart racing. It wasn't racing for the tune, but for the meaning of the tune and why it gripped you so much. It was rapidly pounding and you chasing it. You were chasing the sound of your heartbeat as it grew louder and louder. You felt as if your heart was going to explode. But then it stopped, a soft melody replacing it. You finally reached the tune, laughing. While you laughing a strange urge appeared and you started dancing along to the pretty melody. Fuzzy memories of a waltz guided you and you followed them, warmth filling your heart. The dance then suddenly came to a halt as you backed away in fear. You crumbled next to the tune, covering your eyes and sobbing. The tunes weren't something of a coincidence and somewhere you knew that. Somewhere you felt the bittersweet remembrance of the melodies, yet also had a resistance to them. So you stood up, your tears continuing to collide to the floor as you yelled at the piano, "I HAVE ALWAYS LOVE YOU TOO YOU STUPID FOOL!"
This brings me a sense of comfort, in the oddest way. I feel, brought back to a time where I belonged, but never existed in. Ah, but what do I know. Perhaps I am just a dreamer
The caretaker of the mansion invited me into the parlor. What a lovely parlor it was. In the corner, partially shrouded in darkness from the drapes, was a grand piano. "This is the piano where four owners were found dead," he told me. "All four of them were sitting on the bench, with their eyes gouged out, all ten fingers broken at the knuckles. Strangely enough, all of them were found sitting upright, facing the piano, as if performing for a symphony. Peculiar, it is. The legend suggests the owner heard a tune in a dream that must be played, and once they sit at the piano, they cannot stop playing. They cannot move anything but their fingers. 'Tis a song that must never be heard; for if you hear it, you will not hear anything else, and it will drive you to madness. It starts meagerly and tender, but for brief. Faster and faster the song goes and it is humanly impossible to keep up with it, but they cannot control their fingers or look away. None of the maids, cooks, groundskeepers, or guests were present when the owners played their final song. They have not heard the composition, for they would also play until their death." A pause. "Do you play the piano? Would you care to sit down?," as he beckons the bench with a long, bony finger. "No, I do not," I said. "Right then, I must leave posthaste. Thank you for the tour." "So soon? But you have not heard the rich tone of this piano." He walks over towards the keys. I turn and begin to run towards the exit. "No thank you, sir." I cover my ears.
*The SCP Foundation would like to know your location* In all seriousness, though, this story is really great! I love the building eeriness and sense of unease that surrounds the person telling the tale of the piano, as well as the main character choosing to follow their gut instinct rather than stay in that creepy house
Ooh, I love some plot twist. Glad the narrator chose to be wise and not move along. I’d do the same if I were them. (BTW, do you have stories posted online? I would love to read your works and such. 😊)
Nah I'd be the next victim solely because this is how I want to go out, some strange music driving me mad as I frantically pound the piano keys in a desperate attempt to find some solace in the piece that's been haunting me since before I even knew the word 'music.' I tried to play it on my clarinet, but it wasn't right. I learned so many instruments to try to do the piece justice, but to no avail. Finally I took a piano class. Nothing fancy, a private instructor at the local music school came to my house every Friday, and finally, he told me I was good enough to start composing. I held back, I established myself as a grand pianist, using excerpts from the piece I'd lived with for two and a half decades now. Finally, as I composed my thirteenth symphony it overtook me. I couldn't restrain myself as mind and body fought for control. The music won, and I played that beautiful, haunting melody. I struggled to stop, but thank god for it, because now I sit here to write this letter. Even as I write I know I will have to return to my piano and end the piece, and with it, myself. I say my final goodbyes with this: O Lord, take my soul, do not let the devil get it first. I am closer to hell that I have ever been, and it only gets worse. What I thought were tears was blood, what I thought was sweat was blood, the devil is trying to take me, O Lord, do not let him!
pov: you're crying in front of a haunted piano because you're lonely and all your close friends and family left you behind and broke your heart, and you're being comforted by kind ghosts and spirits who pity you and softly whisper sweet phrases into your ears telling you that everything will be ok and that they will make the people who hurt you pay for their crimes against such a sweet, vulnerable, kind, and broken soul. your welcome :)
Damn there should be a holiday for freely crying all the pains of the year and acknowledgement of how hard life is, but with a supportive atmosphere and hope for a better tomorrow
your soulmate hadn't reincarnated, the idiot they are, instead choosing to wait forever for you to find them like one finds a needle in a desert without a magnet. Until, you do! On an old, almost run down storage room with an only piano. At last! You've waited forever! ... Then why are you crying?
@@iconiccrowbar6702 this was inspired by that playlist of sitting with draco malfoy: it was intense, sitting there in a cold table in a cold chair with old-in all the ways- men and women talk about something you could have cared less for but if it got you getting your soulmate back, then you will. you will. then the boy sitting in front of you looks up and you stare, you know his name. Draco, ptiful boy he were. you turn around and could not care less. after all you were both here for your own reasons: even when he shared that same look in your eyes, even when you knew what that meant, this was not your battle to be on. let the boy make his mistakes and you yours. your soulmate awaited. Happy new year!!!
Once we exhale that last breath, all turns grey. No guiding light. No peaceful path to walk. It is only there we can be, only that we can do. I know nothing, not myself not this room, yet the moment my body was left soulless the majestic grand piano called for me dearly. Basking in the moon's light as if it were singing it to sleep. Dust sparkling around it as if it were magic. The sight was truly ethereal, like none other. I knew nothing, not myself not this room, but I knew those keys would only play for me. Each step closer to the piano felt lighter and lighter, easier and easier, quieter and quieter. Sitting down on the scratched polish of the bench, I felt myself losing all there was to feel. The keys shone blindingly into me, and I had nothing more to do than play them. I owed this piano the gift of sound, so I did...forever. This was supposed to be my eternal peace, yet why does it feel like my fingers move on their own accord? Why is this seat gripping onto me for dear life? Why do the tunes sound so distorted? Why am I preoccupying myself with such nonsense? I shall listen to these luscious chords and forget all that is vain. Loose...myself...in this...peace... What was done to me? Where have all the people gone? Why is this hall so empty? Why...am I...forgetting?... Soon I realized what the keys were doing to me, this was not my eternal peace, it was my ruin, my personal torture. Then came she. A wildflower in the midst of this dark, daunting emptiness. The little girl pranced around gleefully at the energetic tune my fingers played. She swung and twirled, the frills of her dress floating through that same "magical" dust. Her giggles warming up this long lost hall. She reminded me of the piano, quickly mesmerizing me and singlehandedly filling the whole room. The piano changed its symphony, so abruptly, so inconsistently. It played a song of sorrow. The light and warmth the little girl brought washed away in an instant. She snapped her head in disappointment towards me. Her smile progressively fading as she made her way to my seat. She stared at my hands, looked up, and sat down beside me. Her trembling little hands found themselves following my movements, as she pressed all the keys I did one count too slow. A drop of water fell onto the piano keys. It was her. She was crying. Why is the little girl crying? Why is she playing my piano? Why is she here? Then I realized. The little girl reminded me of the piano.
Title ideas: - Lying dramatically on your therapist’s couch - Attending your dead brother’s piano recital - Crying on a museum rooftop - Sitting with a black cat in your lap - A cup of tea with your witchiest professor
POV: After dozens of attempts, you finally catch red-handed the person who had been breaking in your manor every night to play on your piano. For five months now, they have been playing these tunes, and you thought you even heard them sing along with the music. Or so you thought that's what happened. But in that moment, as you're looking at the very piano, you hear the tunes, but can't see this person. Then, the singing begins again. The notes themselves sing, they sing a tragedy, the story of a lonely soul condemned to wander on the domain for eternity, a lonely soul whose only comfort comes from playing these notes, over and over again. The emotions start to flood in, you start crying unconsciously, for that poor soul you've been cursing and chasing for so long, only making its pain grow more and more. So, in an attempt to ease its discomfort, you sit with it in front of the piano, starting to play these tunes. You're surprised, as you had no idea you could play so well, let alone playing the right tunes without ever practicing them. Then realization hits you, all this time you were the one playing the piano, you were the lonely soul condemned to wander here for eternity, and what you thought was your chase to catch the player, was in reality another part of you trying to bring your soul back to your body. You remember everything, the accident, your five months long coma, the rational part of you trying to bring your soul back to your body on your deathbed, desperately fighting for your life. But today the other part of you didn't manage to bring your soul back. The immense loneliness you've felt your whole life, you didn't want to feel it again. So the rational part of you gives up, sits with your soul, melting with it into one, as your physical body exhales its last breath, freeing your soul from all the pain. Now you can play the piano forever, and you will never be lonely again, as now you can sing with the souls of others like you, who were freed from their prison of flesh and bones. (Might've went a little too far with that one but uhhh y e s)
Your running you don't know where but your running all you know is that you want to be alone, but there's a strange feeling you get so you stop. You look up too realize that you don't know where you are . the feeling gets stronger like it wants you to go somewhere .As you walk towards the feeling it leads you to a old abandoned building its covered in vines and surrounded by trees nonetheless you walk in. only to see a piano but its not normal you can see the silhouette of a boy about the age of you . you stop and stare. The boy notices and says " why are you looking at me like that " , he ends it with a tiny giggle " come sit with me. " Your hesitant but you go you sit down . You continue you to stare at him you really didn't get to see how he looked but you can now see clearly. He has deep blue eyes and curly black hair . You had a feeling like you knew him but you weren't sure . You didn't realize it but you were crying while you were running . " why are you crying are you hurt ?", he said "what no " you say as you quickly wipe the tears . He giggles once more and says, " its ok to cry sometimes you know ." you couldn't help it as tears started falling from your face . He quickly but gently lowered your head on his shoulders . "sleep darling I know your sad its ok " he says as you fall asleep. Then suddenly your awaken by the sunlight you can feel the dirt on against your face.You pick yourself up too look at what you were sleeping on . You raise your head to see a grave suddenly all the memories start rushing back . The boy you saw he was your lover but he died when you were teens. It had only been 5 years but it hurt your were now 20 but you couldn't erase the memories from you head then you decided " you know what ill sleep a little more " as you lay down next to his grave hoping to see him once again .( sorry for any spelling errors this is my first time writing a story I hoped you liked it also great job I love the playlist.)
POV: You've always liked to be alone. One day, you find an abandoned mansion in the forest and decide to go and explore it. As you enter the house, the wooden floor creaks under your step, weakened by time and by the thousands of feet that it has carried over the years. It's silent, peaceful. You admire the diffuse sunlight that shines softly through the old curtains. Would this be what love feels like? The complete and utter feeling of wonder and content? Suddenly, you notice a soft melody playing through the room. As you walk further, you see an empty piano. Its keys are moving harmoniously with the song that is filling the room. The sound is nothing like you've ever heard, it feels as if it's resonating with your thoughts, your soul, your being. You sit down on the seat and look next to you. Then you see it. The most beautiful pair of eyes is staring back at you. A sudden melancholy hits you, tears start falling down your cheek, as you now realize the bittersweet truth: You've not been split from your true love by space, but by centuries.
Inside the room sits one of no name: An artist who carefully crafts a melody. The artist pours their soul into this work; They let the notes come from their heart. The difference today is the girl who stood by the door. Small and shy, the girl waits for the artist to notice. The artist pauses, curious. Did this girl hear it? The artist beckons for the girl to join them at the instrument. A piano: black and white and old as anything the girl had seen. When the girl is by their side, the artist continues to play. The girl stares in wonder at their hands and the keys. “How could something so old be so beautiful?” she wondered aloud. The artist chuckled. “Do you think age is ugly?” they asked. “No!” the girl exclaimed, flustered. “It just sounds... new.” “That’s because it is,” the artist said. “But it’s old!” the girl shouted. “As am I, but alas, I seem new to you,” the artist replied. The girl was lost for words, so she continued to listen to the melody. It was bittersweet, dripping with history and hopes. The artist looked at the girl properly for the first time. Her eyes were red as if she had been crying. The artist slowly transitioned into a different melody, One of the joy of the possibilities of youth. “I see how old everything is here, and I am so young,” the girl said. “Like two different worlds, joining together.” The artist nodded. “Although our worlds will eventually fall out of touch, I pray that our interaction remains in your mind as long as your memory serves you.” The girl nodded. “If I ever forgot you, I’d find myself and give me a talking to.” The artist chuckled once more before looking at a clock on the wall. “Our time is limited. Our friendship may only last so long,” the artist said sadly. “Why?” the girl asked, upset. “We’ve only just met. I don’t know your name!” “Time passes, and so shall I.” The artist stopped playing and put their hands on the girl’s shoulders. “In the eyes of your mind you will see me,” they said. “It is in memories where things last forever.” The girl felt terribly miserable even though she barely knew the artist. “I will never forget you! Not ever! Not the music you played, not the white of your smile, and...” The girl looked confused. “And not the... Why can’t I seem to think of anything else?” “Because all you need to remember is the melody.” “I can go on without recognition. It’s the music that will change you, not me.” The artist looked at the clock again. “It’s time. I will see you in dreams.” Suddenly the girl was inside the music room of her high school. She was at the old piano. She figured she must’ve dozed off. “Silly me, dreaming of old people playing the piano,” she said. She started playing, and after a moment, she realized it was the melody from her dream. Not the one in the beginning, but the one the artist played just for her. She felt oddly at peace in the old music room with the old piano and the young, although slightly less young, girl. She played and played until finally she couldn’t remember anymore. Suddenly, she noticed a little boy hovering outside the room. She beckoned him inside with a smile. “Do you hear it?” she asked. The boy looked confused. “The worlds. The times. We meet once more!” She played, this time from her own mind, a melody for the boy that she knew would appear in his dreams. Just like the artist, she would change this boy, as a stranger, she would come into this boy’s dreams and guide him into a new world.
The shadows of the setting sun envelope me as I wander through his house, a dead and empty shell of its former self- just like him. His face was pale and unsmiling, his eyes closed and collar buttoned to the very top in a way he would've complained about. That body was my best friend and not my best friend at the same time, and I could barely stand the sight of him, nestled up in that coffin with his hair stiff with gel and not touseled in that way it always seemed to be in life. This house used to breathe with life, with the sound of his playing in the living room. His dearest possession- his grandmother's grand piano that was always a tiny bit flat- was always where I found him, playing some sort of tune, surrounded by sheets of music of all kinds. I close my eyes, replaying the mellow sound of his piano I had only heard last week. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, threatening to escape the confines of my grief. "Shut up," he'd say if he were here. I can hear his amused voice echo in my mind. "You really think I'm that easy to get rid of? I'll be here forever just to haunt you until you die so we can haunt the world together. Promise." A shiver races up my spine, and my eyes snap open, as I realize, suddenly, that the tune of his piano- that mellow, warm tone- is one I have never heard before. My heart begins to race, and I step closer to the living room, each step threatening to send me flying back to the door and running away. Somehow, I manage to turn the corner as the music hits me full force, and my knees nearly buckle with the onslaught of emotion. It's a familiar tune now, the song we decided years ago that was solely ours, and definitely not a part of my imagination when I see the keys being played and the pedal pressed- with no one at the seat. I stumble towards the piano, still playing that same tune- softer now, perhaps- a sob wrenching itself from my throat and the tears I had so carefully hidden during his funeral streaming from my eyes. "Really?" I can hear him say in a disappointed minor chord. "You're staining my carpet. I told you I'm not that easy to get rid of." "You idiot," I mutter, collapsing on the carpet. "Just you wait. I'll make you pay for all this emotional trauma you've caused me when I get my hands on you." "I'll look forward to it, darling," I hear in a brighter arpeggio. "After all, you have a whole lifetime to plan for it."
this is a very fine track to be used as my 2am crying scene backsound because i managed to cry even harder and i felt the hilarious pain growing even deeper bsdjkkjjfhl
Hidden melodies tucked away in my soul begging to sing a heart That yearns for another brings back the tortures the pain the sorrow the life that I thought was mine was consumed By hatred and sadness mixed in an invisible Potion
i’m in love with ghosts and long, slender hands, playing piano like it’s the last thing keeping them breathing. i’m in love with madness and tortured composers. i’m in love with romanticizing the things that will be my downfall but loving it anyways.
POV: You live in a small town whose houses are built around a villa, whose rooms always have the lights off except one from which a piano melody comes. In that room resides the creator of the city who must continue playing to allow the inhabitants to live.
As soon as the maid with the flaxen hair started playing, my face lit up! This is the song I'm playing on the clarinet for solo and ensemble this year and it has become a favorite. Wonderful wonderful playlist as always Olivia!!
I imagined a ghost being forced against their will to play the piano. in this eternal agony, they thought of all the fake promises they'd lie through their teeth to get another victim to succumb. They selfishly hoped that the haunting melody would attract a curious soul here and exchange roles. Then they could finally see the sun again. There are people who would come to seek comfort, and sit at the chair, inches away from them. The tune seems to seduce them and they can't seem to sense the misery and anguish that's oozing from the pianist. It was a curse that they found on their own.
You look up to the sky, staring at the dark clouds that raised you. A single drop of water hits you nose. You wipe it off and look back up to the now crying sky. You hear a rumble in the background as your hair starts to curl with the dampness of the moist atmosphere. You look straight ahead to find the field you were once standing in has transformed into a now soaking wet brick walk way.... leading straight to a castle. The windows shimmer with dust and rain. While still admiring the castle you hear the creaking wooded door open. Most people would run away, or do anything to avoid this situation.. not you though. Your drawn to the door, for some odd reason it seems so familiar yet so distant. You walk slowly but carefully towards the door. Step by step the castle seems to cover the land with a light shadow. Your now at the door step. You stare into a dark and long hallway. Windows suspended in the air let the grey light in, shining on the checkered floors. The walls are sculpted till perfection. A breeze blows from behind you, your loose hair blowing in the wind. You compellingly take a step in, whispers of beauty surrounds you as you hear the door slowly close behind you seemingly on its own. You don’t mind it though, it all seems so familiar your bot alarmed. A giant chandelier hangs above your head, dazzling your eyes with its shimmering quart jewels. You can’t help but grin up at it. Your spine tingles as your back is greeted by a cold shiver. Your not alone. You don’t even think twice before stepping in further and further. It’s feels like your a lonely child lost in a wonderland of toys, afraid but amazed and excited. As curiosity takes over your body, you find yourself drawn to the room at the end of this seemingly never ending hallway. As you walk closer to the room it seems to get farther and farther away. You pick up your pace, speed walking, determined to get to that door. Suddenly you stop, and you start to question yourself, your sanity... You turn around slowly as you continue to ponder. Even if this is just a dream.. why would you ever want to leave? You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You turn around on your heels and open your eyes. Your immediately met face to face with the door you had so longed for. You back up so that your an appropriate distance away to open it. Slowly you turn the handle on the wooden door and push it inwards. The door creaks open, as does everything else in this place. Your nervous, and don’t know what to expect so you look down and step in. The floor is decked out in a lightly tinted birch wood (definitely not Minecraft reference). You look up into the giant room. Almost like a ballroom... Your attention is quickly drawn to a single piano in the middle of the room. You walk hesitantly towards it. You sit next to it, and start to admire it when you feel another tingle from a breeze go down your spine. You look behind you to find a girl, no, a woman in a vintage but classy black dress. A ghost? She curtsy to you. You confusingly curtsy back. You watch her elegantly walk around you and sit at the piano. You curiously watch her every move. Neither of you speak. You sit on the floor by the piano and look up at her. She nods and starts to play...
I was drifting away softly in the embrace of music, I could hear the murmur of the tiles going up and down and the wind making my hair dance. It was cold, and I felt empty, but the piano that played itself was like an unknown friend. Shivers went up and down my spine, my heart felt the ache of my soul and somehow the melody went through my skin and bones into myself. I was hurt, I cried for hours but I was finally at piece, cold and frozen, but at peace.
You play the same song over and over and over again, in that same dark room where its only source of light is the moon that shines in through the window. It's the only room left standing anyways, the rest of your castle is already gone. You lost the war, your Kingdom has fallen and once you've known that? You never wanted to step out of that room, you didn't want to see your parent's bodies and the guards who once walked down the halls laughing along with you gone. You just decided to stay in that room, playing the anthem of your Kingdom on the piano, until your last dying breath. For you didn't want to believe that your Kingdom will cease to exist without marking its place, and letting people know that you'll remain standing here in this land. *Even after your death, war, and loss.* *So they'll hopefully hear this anthem everytime they step into our lands. And never forget it.*
The keys started to be pressed gently, a soft tune serenading her tears. She wiped her eyes, staring at the piano. Nobody was there, yet there was a sweet tune playing. It sounded familiar, like kisses on a summer afternoon, or a gentle whisper late at night. She didn’t dare speak, lest the tune would disappear. Just like he did. She leant down, staring at her hands as the tears began to fall once again. He had passed on, they told her. She should try and find some peace, or else become one of those widows she always saw, wearing veils to shield their faces from a world without their love. But she couldn’t find her peace. She had stumbled down the hall to the library, where they had first met. He had been playing the piano just like it was playing now, and she had fallen in love. She leant her head against the piano, feeling the notes resonating in her, playing her heart strings. “I miss you.” She murmured. The tune paused for a moment, before continuing its solemn love song. The song wrapped up peacefully, having a happy ending. The ending their story couldn’t have.
POV: You sit alone in the library, frustrated by everything right now. Your passion was slowly drifting away from the grasp of your hands. Your passion had made you but now it's killing you. You caressed your crippled right hand that had once helped you play the piano that sat in front of you. If only that accident hadn't happened, you would be here- smiling and playing your piano. A tear fell from your hurt eyes onto your crippled hand, and soon you were sobbing intensively. Playing the piano would never be the same anymore. Your eyes drifted to the music piece you had always longed to play but never got a chance to. The library suddenly warmed, as if it were alive. The piano in front of you played a note, and soon your favorite song. Your sobbing stopped, and a smile slowly appeared on your lips. Whispers filled the room, and a chill ran down your spine as someone whispered in your left ear "It's not the end yet, dearie. Let me show you another way you could play the piano, just follow my guide and the piano's." You didn't say anything, but respond to the whispers through your actions and sat in that library all night nourishing your passion. Note: I'm not an experienced writer, but this video gave me an idea. Thanks for reading!
POV: your'e the new generation of Hogwarts and Cedric's ghost plays the piano for you as you cry (for those of y'all that are sobbing... Stay mad if u had to go through pain u do too) 😌✨
"tell me about Hogwarts when you were here?" you ask the specter in the corner of the common room who has yet to tell you his name. He stands from sitting in the window caressing the plants with this pale fingers, and exists the Hufflepuff common room. You run behind him as he makes his way to an unmarked classroom. He sits at the piano in the corner and starts to play a somber melody. "My name is Cedric Diggory. I suppose you have heard of me before?" you gasp in shock you had heard about him before but you never expected to meet him. As he extends his ghostly hand and touches yours, memories flood into your mind. You see boys running down hallways and the green house while its raining. you see beautiful Ravenclaw girl waiting by the entrance to the hufflepuff common room. You see a cup spit out paper and your house erupts in cheers and laughter. Once you are pulled back, the ghost is still playing the piano and you see a faint tear fall onto the keys of the piano. you are so filled with emotion, you start to cry. You cry as this somber spirit plays a song one the piano for you
This is the best music compilation maker on TH-cam. Each playlist is perfectly crafted, captures the mood, and makes me feel like I'm in another world. It's amazing. I look forward to each new playlist that comes out!
POV: The walls of the room you're in echoed a wail of agony, and every cry had made impact as chairs and glass cracked. The only thing saved was the piano on the stage. An image of a girl practicing on that very piano horrified you. Because the girl looked exactly like you, her smiles and giggles made you cry. And there you finally realized. . .you were the girl. The ill fated child who never got the chance to play her piece, and now you weep. For now you're stuck in this vast room, forever haunting this forgotten place, for your one single piece.
While exploring some of the rooms in the Palace you come across an abandoned room with a neglected piano. I stand at the door way scanning what other things are hidden in this room, there's just a painting of a man, a bench and a piano. Oddly enough, you go over to the piano and touch it, you play a key and all of a sudden you feel this tension. A feeling starts filling your body, not a weird feeling more of a humble feeling. You sit on the bench and start to play the piano (4:40) a tear sheds your eye and falls on the F key. -"Why so upset, love? Those were very good notes you played" You quickly turn around to see who it was because you were alone in the room.. you release your hands off the piano to look behind you A key plays but your hands are off the piano You turn back around facing the piano and see a man While turning around the room changes The room once was abandoned but now it is very beautiful The coloring of the wall, how the piano looked and played Everything was gorgeous You see the man leaning against the piano smiling at you -"Thanks for playing my piano, love, I was getting kind of lonely" You take a step back and lift your eyebrow "Who are you? What are you doing in my house!" You turn your head ready to scream guards but he interrupts you -"You see that painting"he says as he points to the wall you look at the wall and look back at him "That's you." He nods his head -"I am Nathaniel Great, I came to this room everyday to play piano. I died in 1772.. because I was so bitter and spoiled my soul has been trapped in this piano. Every time someone plays it they call me and I appear, around 28 people have seen me but ran away. In order for me to earn my spot upstairs I have to learn to love.. which Is something I'm not very good at.." you watched his face as he told you the summary of this all was He seemed very down.. he's been trapped in this house for many years He died in 1772 but he looks very young, he looks your age.. "Don't get me wrong, you're very handsome" he smiles as if it weren't the first time he's heard it "But I don't really go for dead people, or anyone in that matter." "I've never loved and I don't want to... I'm not very good at the whole love thing. I've never had a feeling like love before." He comes closer to me and holds your cheek with his hand -"Love, what if we change that" He leans in for a kiss but you walk under his arm and reject him he turns around looking at you and rolls his eyes "Like I said before, love isn't really my thing" you say smiling while crossing your arms He laughs -"Yeah well being trapped in a piano isn't really me thing either" "I suppose we can still be friends, but sadly you'll have to wait for another woman to love you" You say as you take a sit on the bench -"I will accept your offer, and I suppose I could teach you to play because you're awfully rubbish,love" "At least I'm not dead" You say smirking he rolls his eyes yet again You hear footsteps coming from the down hall it's one of the maids she knocks on the door and looks at you ~"Your grace? Who are you talking to?" "Well I-" You quickly turn around but see no one You giggle putting your hand on your forehead "No one just myself, I may be feeling a bit ill" ~"Oh no your grace.. Well I will make you some tea. Lunch is prepared in the dining hall." "You know Amelia or Lia is perfectly fine" You smile reassuring her "Will I see mother at the dining hall?" ~"Sadly no, your majesty has some matters to attend to." You sigh "That's Ok.. mother is always busy I guess.." After finishing lunch you run back to the old room and play the piano The room, yet again, turns beautiful and he comes back -"Missed me, love?" You laugh nudging him "Sorry to crush your dreams but not in the slightest" After a few weeks of knowing him you guys start to have a friendly relationship In the kitchen you see mother with the maids "Mother?" ~"Darling!" she leans in for a hug after she pulls away she holds your hand ready to listen to what you're about to say "Mother? Is there something happening?" ~"Tomorrow night is the annual ball, I have prepared a dress for you! It's the perfect dress!" "Thank you, mama" You smile as she gives you a love squeeze "I'm going to the back room to play" ~"The back room? Amelia that room is terribly outdated and dangerous." She turns to the maid ~"The back room will be removed" "Wait!" You say stopping her "Please leave it in?" She nods her head yes You go to the room and play the piano The room shifts from old to new and there is he leaning against the piano "Well I guess you can teach me the piano now right?" He gestures to the bench -"Please after you, love " He sits next to you and touches your hand "This is the D key" You play it and then look up at him His face was so close You can see his pupils dilate as he looks at you too The tension is unbreakable.. You are falling in love. He smiles -"Perfect. you are simply a natural" After a hours of playing it turns night "I'm sorry but I must go now" -"why? you never leave this early?" "I have to get ready for a ball tomorrow" -"fancy Amelia" he jokes looking into your eyes "You know my name now?" -"I heard the maid say it" He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear -"Very beautiful" You get up to leave the room but he takes your hand softly and you turn around -"Wait! Tomorrow.. will I still see you?" You smile "Goodbye, Nathaniel" You put on an off the shoulder light blue ball gown with the flowers stitches from the skirt down The servants curls your hair and put it half up and half down They give you white low heeled shoes to wear for the ball you walk down the stairs to the guests You look at the crowd expecting to see Nathaniel but then remember.. he's deceased You sigh and smile at everyone as they watch you come down the stairs champagneShe kisses your cheek and holds your hand ~"You look gorgeous, Lia!!" "As do you mother" -"This is a very important ball so please be on your best behavior" "I will" After a while later you managed to slip away and head to the room You play the piano and he arrives.. stunned -"Love, you look-" "I know it's a lot. I look so silly" You say cringing He walks up to you and holds your hand -"I was going to say stunning, beautiful, breathtaking" He looks into your eyes you lean in for a kiss but he looks away -"Lia- I.." "Oh- I'm sorry.." you say out of embarrassment "You know I should go-" You turn opening the door but he takes you into his arms and hugs you -"Amelia, I've falling in love with you" "Nathaniel that means-" -"It's final if I kiss you.. I can't kiss you because I don't want to leave you" you release from the hug and look up at him putting my hand up to touch his cheek "but this is the one thing you've been longing for?"-"Or so I thought? But I've been longing to be happy. You make me happy, love" You continue hugging him but then you hear your mother angry ~"Amelia! Where have you run off to?"You wipe a tear and turn around but still holding his hand He gives you a love squeeze then you feel nothing "I'm here, mother"she walks into the room and slaps you you hold your cheek and look down in shock ~"How dare you disobey me after I told you no" ~"I have been looking for a man to marry you" ~" When I told you to behave you decide to leave the ball? That was made FOR YOU?" "Mother- I'm sorry I had no idea"~"If you're not going to attend the ball you might as well not even be wearing this dress. Go to your room and stay there till the ball is over" ~"I am so disappointed in you, your father wouldn't have approved this." "You're right, father wouldn't have approved THIS" You look up at her in anger "Father wouldn't approve you smacking me or never being there for me?" "You may have your moments but every time lunch is prepared or dinner you seem to have vanished" "Sorry that I want to be away once in a while but at least I'm there" "Forgive me for feeling overwhelmed, maybe I should go to the woods and-" She looks at you ~"And do what." You take a deep breath "And disappear the way father did. If it weren't for you yelling he wouldn't of been upset and run off to the woods. If he didn't run to the woods he wouldn't have been killed by the wolves piece by piece."~"I don't know what you're talking abou-" "I heard you that night yelling at him, and I also heard him trying to calm you down" "I've been trying hard to forgive you but every time I see you I just think of father" "If I decide to be in this room then I decide to be here" ~"not anymore, tomorrow I will have this room demolished. The way it should've been when I asked the first time" she walks away and slams the door knocking the painting off the wall You jump out of fear but then fall to the floor sobbing You reach over to the piano and start playing it The room switches as you run over to him he holds you into his arms and hugs you You look up at him and he looks down at you worried You lean forward facing very close to him your lips inches away from his "I'm sorry- my mother she.. she is removing this room.." he strokes your hair -"It's not your fault" "It is.. you're going to be stuck here forever now.." -"it's Ok at least I can watch over you" "But I won't get to see you.."You close your eyes inch up to his ear and whisper "It has to be this way.. I'm sorry."his eyes widen "I love you" You kiss him and the room turns from new to old you lay on the floor leaning against the broken piano crying unable to catch your breath instead of feeling his presence you lay there alone.. this is the first time and the last time you will fall in love .You sit there debating life curled up in a ball *sobbing alone in front of a haunted piano*
When he was alive he played a precious song only for your ears. When dead, he played it again, over and over for you to hear. It wasn’t the sad tune that caused tears to slip out of your eyes. It was the fact that he was no longer here, next to you, breathing. He was but a memory and all that was left of him was this haunting tune.
In my head all I could picture was having a conversation with the ghost through the use of the piano, or like mindlessly playing some notes and the ghost comes in to spice it up a little
Could someone suggest me some royal romance stories? Like it should go well with the music that I listen from this channel! Also thank you for updating I am new here :)
POV: My fingers tap lightly against the keys, moving up and down the piano in a cascading rhythm. It is a song of lust and love and all things hopeful. I need a night of joy, to forget all the painful events of the last month and leave them in the past. My fingers begin playing faster, to distract myself when I think of everything. The song turns into a crashing symphony of sharp notes, and I have to stop, once again, and take a breath before playing. "Caroline," I hear a soft call behind me, followed by some light footsteps, but I don't turn around. I know that voice too well; he is the cause of all my suffering. But what could he possibly be doing here? Why would he come back to the one place he's unwelcome? "Caroline?" he says again, and it's an inaudible breath. Some more footfalls and he's circling around the grand piano and into my line of view. There's no hiding now. "Margret wanted me to give you this," he holds out a small white envelope. "Don't say her name," I say, looking up at him for the first time. "Your sister, I mean then," he pauses. "I told her it wasn't a good idea, but she insisted you be there for our union." And there it is, laid straight out in the open: they were getting married. Derek, who cheated on me with my sister, was now to be wed to the younger, more elegant of my father's daughters, Margret. As soon as she was born, all the attention was drawn off me. She was too beautiful not to be noticed. But her charm and character were even greater, and I had trusted her right until Derek had chosen her over me. I should have realized the look he gave her was more than just kindness towards my family, more than just the care you give towards a young child. The grand black walls of the concert room feel as if they are closing in, constricting my airway. My eyes trail over the smooth archways and then follow down to the empty audience seats to keep from looking at him. At first, I didn't approve of their partnership, not only because of the betrayal but because I thought Margret had been wrongly tricked by a man nearly twice her age. But now, I realize that maybe two cheaters deserved each other, and she had made advances upon Derek by her own free will. "Why did you choose her?" I whisper, voicing the one answer I truly desire for. Why does everyone always choose her and not me? He laughs, shakes his head, and drops the little white invitation letter on top of my black piano. "You know there was never really a choice." And it's the way he says it--so casually--that truly unnerves me, finally breaks me. I begin sobbing. "Leave," I say, and when he doesn't move, I say louder once more. "Leave!"
pov: you sit in an room with no interior except one black piano. it was the piano of your significant other who died. you started sobbing when you remembered all the songs they played for u. after some time you heard someone really playing the piano. it was them. as ghost. playing the piano flawlessly as they did when they were still alive. oh how you wished they still lived. (this is bad. i'm sorry)
Is it just me or is there anyone else also who started imagining that they are a sad ballerina wearing a black dress who is dancing their pain out in an abandoned black room with a spotlight on them??? no one? eh. probably me only.
the dorm common room was particularly silent tonight. maybe it was because of the roaring thunder, or perhaps it was the hour of the night, you think. to no avail, you continue tip-toeing down the mahogany hall, whilst just about every board in the floor was creaking. finally, you reach the large door masquerading the elegant lounge. the handles were a gold color, begging to be opened as if it was the first time in decades. you pull the handles, to which the door hinges creak open just slightly enough for you to squeeze in. the ceilings rose higher than those in the hallway, and the octagonal walls of the room were lined with mahogany bookshelves filled with dusty books. the window across from you is wide open, letting the window blow the curtain away from its resting position as rain pours into the room. just as you do every night, you sit down at the beautifully carved piano. your fingers start pressing the keys, playing a slow but elegant tune. as your right hand played the tune, your left hand played the chords. as you watch the keys play their tune, the room feels enchanted by the waltz of the music. you remember how he is not here, and how he left you abruptly. the sadness is displayed in your music as you sob on the keys. soon, the feeling of dread became too overwhelming. you put your hands over your face to try to stop the tears, but they don't fade. the music continues to play. and as you watch in awe, the keys pop up and down by themselves. and even though you felt so alone, the music was there for you.
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arianne was so sweet to allow me to use her two wonderful pieces in this playlist and she is incredibly talented! Thank you again!
This is so beautiful
no, thank you! you're so sweet for putting my pieces in your playlist! I'm truly honoured to featured on your channel!
@@rarianaw Heyy
I keep going back to your Dark academia playlist whenever I read!!
I love it🤗🤗
@@rarianaw
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ghost: u okay man?
me: *sobs*
ghost: alright, let me just play these tunes real quick for ya
me again: *sobs harder*
LMAOOOO BYEE
im suspected with corona & ur comment is the only thing that made me laugh this week
@@daniaparvez1222 its nice to know that i made you laugh hehe 😅 I really hope you get better soon from that nasty virus 💓 I wish u a good year ahead in 2021.
I may be a stranger so i dont know what ur like in real life but you are probably a good person who deserves much love and support. Keep fighting the virus, rest/eat well, and don’t forget to plan ahead so you get a bright future and have things you are excited to do once you get healthy again. Don’t think about anything negative bc I’m sure you’ll recover soon :D 💞
@@ranran8065 i just read your comment, and guess what? your prayer really has worked upon me. im getting better and healthier day by day 💖 love you (insert your name here)
Oh to be sobbing while sitting next to a piano while a ghost plays a tune to comfort me
My face expression immediately turned :O when I realized that this would actually be a really good plot.(in my opinion lol)
A hogwarts ghost but I want fred ghost 🥺
Haha ghostburrr
@@kilroy3783 lmao you just hear a piano version of ‘I’m in love with an E-girl’. 😭💀
@@rainnyyx9955 lmao-
*cries in dark academia*
you: *sobs inconsolably*
random ghost: bruh u wanna hear my mixtape?
POV:
Your lover died 10 years ago today, and you kept his/her’s favorite instrument in another room, yet you never opened it. Today was the day you decided to go and see it. You unlocked the door and the sight of the piano brought tears to your eyes, you brushed some dust off the seat and began playing, till you broke down sobbing. both from the despair and wretched piano.
You the felt somebody wrap their arms around you, you slowly sat up and looked around to see if somebody was near. Yet nobody was there, you continued crying till you heard a voice, "Don’t cry, my love. It’s okay now." You knew your lover was here with you, so you felt a moment of solace.
It gave me chills omg
I don't know why I cried
@@yongbok69
I’m glad that you like my povs! and no, I don’t have wattpad 😅
@@miaestella6572 aww ok, but if you ever get it you should definitely write one and let me know so I can read it 🗿
IM CRINGEING SO HARD
He was curse to play this haunting tune , forever alone . Till one day a beautiful girl walks in his abandoned mansion. She would sit down a the piano bench with him , running her fingers over the keys . He loved the look on her face when he played a different tune. He finally found his light. And when she died , she joined him on the piano
Oh this is so dramatic romantc but is so beautiful!!! Thank you❤️
The emotions I felt-
forever grateful...
why did i get chills
Anyone else feel like the protagonists of an epic fantasy/historicalfiction/drama story when listening to these playlists? I always feel like I'm running down a path in an autumn forest wearing a victorian dress.
Too bad I'm the side character in my own life
@@deadromanticist relatable o - o
That's my dream!!!!
hell yea, I felt like I was the protagonist of one of these POV's
I almost cried
Yessss
When I open my witchy cafe every single one of your playlists will be overplayed and I won't care this music gives me life
i literally love you
I WILL FIND YOU. HERE, HAVE MY HEART 😤❤
Oh my...
invite me over sometime please💖
I'm coming to that cafe
You're walking down the very halls of the abandoned manor your grandpa has fatally died in due to heart disease. As you walk more farther, the more it felt eerie yet it felt so daringly relaxing. You come across a room locked with two locks. You look around and a set of keys laying on a nearby table catches your eyes. You gently grab the keys as you walk back to the locked doors. After a while, you finally managed to unlock such locks. You placed the set in your pockets as you carefully opened the doors as they loudly creak around the manor. Inside was the magnificent ballroom where you first met your grandpa. As you walked in the ballroom, all the memories started to flood in. The laughter, music, and that kid. Who was that kid again? All you could remember was that they were a close friend but you couldn't place your mind on it. You sighed because of it as you placed your hands behind you. You look around the beautiful ballroom. You walk up to the second part of the ballroom. You looked below from the balcony. You turned around and saw a Grand Piano. You chuckled to yourself walked towards it. You sat down and looked around and caught a book. You grabbed the book and blew off all the dust. You coughed and sneezed. You opened the book to be revealed of songs wrote by your grandpa. You smile and chose a song to play. Once you had chosen one, you placed the book down, and played the song carefully. You closed your eyes as you continued to play it. You smile to yourself and started to sway your body slowly. The feeling of comfort and relaxation took over you, but you couldn't be more happy. Grandpa was a great man.
(Im sorry if it has mistakes or sounds cheesy, i wanted to write. I have been obsessing on ballrooms and ballgowns so much lately ughh 😫👌👌)
I absolutely loved it!
I absolutely loved it!
why is the lock? you haven't answer my curiosity
@@ayft8266 hm, a room made to be kept away from the people who were investigating it when the grandpa died.
Im kidding just there for the story. Hm i have no idea whatsoever
Her hand cups the air , with a presence on her waist and the feeling of breath next to her neck she glides through the air , gleefully giggling to the space in the open room , yet a faint tune starts to play on the broken piano a symphony no one had heard , her feet abruptly stop and a whisper calls out " I haven't danced for centuries "
Ok this is actually beautiful.
While walking down a strangely familiar abandoned structure, you hear a beautiful tune play within the walls of the corridor and were drawn to it. It was as if you had heard of the tune before and you trying to retrace it, but each time your mind went a blank and you felt dizzy. So you continued down the long hallway, opening each door to find the source, your heart racing. It wasn't racing for the tune, but for the meaning of the tune and why it gripped you so much. It was rapidly pounding and you chasing it. You were chasing the sound of your heartbeat as it grew louder and louder. You felt as if your heart was going to explode.
But then it stopped, a soft melody replacing it. You finally reached the tune, laughing. While you laughing a strange urge appeared and you started dancing along to the pretty melody. Fuzzy memories of a waltz guided you and you followed them, warmth filling your heart. The dance then suddenly came to a halt as you backed away in fear. You crumbled next to the tune, covering your eyes and sobbing. The tunes weren't something of a coincidence and somewhere you knew that. Somewhere you felt the bittersweet remembrance of the melodies, yet also had a resistance to them.
So you stood up, your tears continuing to collide to the floor as you yelled at the piano, "I HAVE ALWAYS LOVE YOU TOO YOU STUPID FOOL!"
This brings me a sense of comfort, in the oddest way. I feel, brought back to a time where I belonged, but never existed in.
Ah, but what do I know. Perhaps I am just a dreamer
Aren’t we all
@@angelicdivin Very true
Same like idk why there’s just a feeling of comfort while classical plays and I’ve barely listened to it until now
The title: Exists
My brain: *S U I C H I*
These overly specific aesthetics are everything
The caretaker of the mansion invited me into the parlor. What a lovely parlor it was. In the corner, partially shrouded in darkness from the drapes, was a grand piano.
"This is the piano where four owners were found dead," he told me. "All four of them were sitting on the bench, with their eyes gouged out, all ten fingers broken at the knuckles. Strangely enough, all of them were found sitting upright, facing the piano, as if performing for a symphony. Peculiar, it is. The legend suggests the owner heard a tune in a dream that must be played, and once they sit at the piano, they cannot stop playing. They cannot move anything but their fingers. 'Tis a song that must never be heard; for if you hear it, you will not hear anything else, and it will drive you to madness. It starts meagerly and tender, but for brief. Faster and faster the song goes and it is humanly impossible to keep up with it, but they cannot control their fingers or look away. None of the maids, cooks, groundskeepers, or guests were present when the owners played their final song. They have not heard the composition, for they would also play until their death."
A pause. "Do you play the piano? Would you care to sit down?," as he beckons the bench with a long, bony finger.
"No, I do not," I said. "Right then, I must leave posthaste. Thank you for the tour."
"So soon? But you have not heard the rich tone of this piano." He walks over towards the keys.
I turn and begin to run towards the exit. "No thank you, sir." I cover my ears.
wait but this mini plot is so smart i would definetley watch a movie or read book with this plot
*The SCP Foundation would like to know your location*
In all seriousness, though, this story is really great! I love the building eeriness and sense of unease that surrounds the person telling the tale of the piano, as well as the main character choosing to follow their gut instinct rather than stay in that creepy house
Ooh, I love some plot twist. Glad the narrator chose to be wise and not move along. I’d do the same if I were them. (BTW, do you have stories posted online? I would love to read your works and such. 😊)
THIS IS SO COOL I HAD CHILLS 👀
Nah I'd be the next victim solely because this is how I want to go out, some strange music driving me mad as I frantically pound the piano keys in a desperate attempt to find some solace in the piece that's been haunting me since before I even knew the word 'music.' I tried to play it on my clarinet, but it wasn't right. I learned so many instruments to try to do the piece justice, but to no avail. Finally I took a piano class. Nothing fancy, a private instructor at the local music school came to my house every Friday, and finally, he told me I was good enough to start composing. I held back, I established myself as a grand pianist, using excerpts from the piece I'd lived with for two and a half decades now. Finally, as I composed my thirteenth symphony it overtook me. I couldn't restrain myself as mind and body fought for control. The music won, and I played that beautiful, haunting melody. I struggled to stop, but thank god for it, because now I sit here to write this letter. Even as I write I know I will have to return to my piano and end the piece, and with it, myself. I say my final goodbyes with this: O Lord, take my soul, do not let the devil get it first. I am closer to hell that I have ever been, and it only gets worse. What I thought were tears was blood, what I thought was sweat was blood, the devil is trying to take me, O Lord, do not let him!
pov: you're crying in front of a haunted piano because you're lonely and all your close friends and family left you behind and broke your heart, and you're being comforted by kind ghosts and spirits who pity you and softly whisper sweet phrases into your ears telling you that everything will be ok and that they will make the people who hurt you pay for their crimes against such a sweet, vulnerable, kind, and broken soul.
your welcome :)
Oh, man, that's so sweet. Yet another story idea comes to my mind. Let the ghosts be the good guys
I love you so much for this 🎊💕🎉
@@rachelecosta2032 aww i love you too stranger! ❤❤
@@FabianWatches yes let them be the saviours 😌
@@jamesvanderkooi7475 your welcome 😊 also i am obsessed with your username it sounds so cool
Damn there should be a holiday for freely crying all the pains of the year and acknowledgement of how hard life is, but with a supportive atmosphere and hope for a better tomorrow
FOR FREAKING REAL!
I ALREADY LOVE IT EVENTHOUGH IT JUST STARTED
your soulmate hadn't reincarnated, the idiot they are, instead choosing to wait forever for you to find them like one finds a needle in a desert without a magnet. Until, you do! On an old, almost run down storage room with an only piano. At last! You've waited forever!
... Then why are you crying?
THIS IS SO UNDERRATED AND DESERVES MORE LIKES WTF
@@vvnzihan thanks :')
Wow, this is one of the very few pov writes where I actually want them to continue. YOUVE LEFT ME IN SUSPENSE PLS CONTINUE
@@iconiccrowbar6702
this was inspired by that playlist of sitting with draco malfoy:
it was intense, sitting there in a cold table in a cold chair with old-in all the ways- men and women talk about something you could have cared less for but if it got you getting your soulmate back, then you will. you will. then the boy sitting in front of you looks up and you stare, you know his name. Draco, ptiful boy he were. you turn around and could not care less. after all you were both here for your own reasons:
even when he shared that same look in your eyes, even when you knew what that meant, this was not your battle to be on. let the boy make his mistakes and you yours. your soulmate awaited.
Happy new year!!!
my love for Olivia's playlists transcends the capabilities of the english language
You are such an amazing and dedicated playlist composer
Get all the rest you need queen.
you deserve all the subscribers in the world
Once we exhale that last breath, all turns grey. No guiding light. No peaceful path to walk. It is only there we can be, only that we can do. I know nothing, not myself not this room, yet the moment my body was left soulless the majestic grand piano called for me dearly. Basking in the moon's light as if it were singing it to sleep. Dust sparkling around it as if it were magic. The sight was truly ethereal, like none other. I knew nothing, not myself not this room, but I knew those keys would only play for me. Each step closer to the piano felt lighter and lighter, easier and easier, quieter and quieter. Sitting down on the scratched polish of the bench, I felt myself losing all there was to feel. The keys shone blindingly into me, and I had nothing more to do than play them. I owed this piano the gift of sound, so I did...forever.
This was supposed to be my eternal peace, yet why does it feel like my fingers move on their own accord?
Why is this seat gripping onto me for dear life?
Why do the tunes sound so distorted?
Why am I preoccupying myself with such nonsense? I shall listen to these luscious chords and forget all that is vain. Loose...myself...in this...peace...
What was done to me?
Where have all the people gone?
Why is this hall so empty?
Why...am I...forgetting?...
Soon I realized what the keys were doing to me, this was not my eternal peace, it was my ruin, my personal torture.
Then came she. A wildflower in the midst of this dark, daunting emptiness. The little girl pranced around gleefully at the energetic tune my fingers played. She swung and twirled, the frills of her dress floating through that same "magical" dust. Her giggles warming up this long lost hall. She reminded me of the piano, quickly mesmerizing me and singlehandedly filling the whole room.
The piano changed its symphony, so abruptly, so inconsistently. It played a song of sorrow. The light and warmth the little girl brought washed away in an instant. She snapped her head in disappointment towards me. Her smile progressively fading as she made her way to my seat. She stared at my hands, looked up, and sat down beside me. Her trembling little hands found themselves following my movements, as she pressed all the keys I did one count too slow.
A drop of water fell onto the piano keys. It was her. She was crying.
Why is the little girl crying?
Why is she playing my piano?
Why is she here?
Then I realized. The little girl reminded me of the piano.
so beautiful
THIS IS PURE BEAUTY !!!
I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!
people called this calming but I called this masterpiece
I expected something really depressing, but this is comforting in a melancholic way, my favourite feeling
Title ideas:
- Lying dramatically on your therapist’s couch
- Attending your dead brother’s piano recital
- Crying on a museum rooftop
- Sitting with a black cat in your lap
- A cup of tea with your witchiest professor
lying dramatically on your therapists couch literally describes me but in my hospital bed lmao 🤣
playing this while on a call with two of my friends and all of us are having a mental breakdowns over school.
this just reminds me of "It's okay to not be okay."
POV: After dozens of attempts, you finally catch red-handed the person who had been breaking in your manor every night to play on your piano.
For five months now, they have been playing these tunes, and you thought you even heard them sing along with the music.
Or so you thought that's what happened. But in that moment, as you're looking at the very piano, you hear the tunes, but can't see this person. Then, the singing begins again. The notes themselves sing, they sing a tragedy, the story of a lonely soul condemned to wander on the domain for eternity, a lonely soul whose only comfort comes from playing these notes, over and over again.
The emotions start to flood in, you start crying unconsciously, for that poor soul you've been cursing and chasing for so long, only making its pain grow more and more.
So, in an attempt to ease its discomfort, you sit with it in front of the piano, starting to play these tunes. You're surprised, as you had no idea you could play so well, let alone playing the right tunes without ever practicing them.
Then realization hits you, all this time you were the one playing the piano, you were the lonely soul condemned to wander here for eternity, and what you thought was your chase to catch the player, was in reality another part of you trying to bring your soul back to your body.
You remember everything, the accident, your five months long coma, the rational part of you trying to bring your soul back to your body on your deathbed, desperately fighting for your life.
But today the other part of you didn't manage to bring your soul back. The immense loneliness you've felt your whole life, you didn't want to feel it again. So the rational part of you gives up, sits with your soul, melting with it into one, as your physical body exhales its last breath, freeing your soul from all the pain. Now you can play the piano forever, and you will never be lonely again, as now you can sing with the souls of others like you, who were freed from their prison of flesh and bones.
(Might've went a little too far with that one but uhhh y e s)
this was so beatiful!!
@@evasologamer192 Thank you so much I'm glad you like it!
VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!
you did not went to far YOU SNAPPED
@@putrirahmadhani2572 Honestly I dunno if it's a good or a bad thing
Your running you don't know where but your running all you know is that you want to be alone, but there's a strange feeling you get so you stop. You look up too realize that you don't know where you are . the feeling gets stronger like it wants you to go somewhere .As you walk towards the feeling it leads you to a old abandoned building its covered in vines and surrounded by trees nonetheless you walk in. only to see a piano but its not normal you can see the silhouette of a boy about the age of you . you stop and stare. The boy notices and says " why are you looking at me like that " , he ends it with a tiny giggle " come sit with me. " Your hesitant but you go you sit down . You continue you to stare at him you really didn't get to see how he looked but you can now see clearly. He has deep blue eyes and curly black hair . You had a feeling like you knew him but you weren't sure . You didn't realize it but you were crying while you were running . " why are you crying are you hurt ?", he said "what no " you say as you quickly wipe the tears . He giggles once more and says, " its ok to cry sometimes you know ." you couldn't help it as tears started falling from your face . He quickly but gently lowered your head on his shoulders . "sleep darling I know your sad its ok " he says as you fall asleep. Then suddenly your awaken by the sunlight you can feel the dirt on against your face.You pick yourself up too look at what you were sleeping on . You raise your head to see a grave suddenly all the memories start rushing back . The boy you saw he was your lover but he died when you were teens. It had only been 5 years but it hurt your were now 20 but you couldn't erase the memories from you head then you decided " you know what ill sleep a little more " as you lay down next to his grave hoping to see him once again .( sorry for any spelling errors this is my first time writing a story I hoped you liked it also great job I love the playlist.)
@[Draco Lucius Malfoy]Scared,pottah? id love to write a book maybe one day
this is absolutely beautiful
@@kellinicole2826 thank you soo much 😊
POV: You've always liked to be alone. One day, you find an abandoned mansion in the forest and decide to go and explore it. As you enter the house, the wooden floor creaks under your step, weakened by time and by the thousands of feet that it has carried over the years. It's silent, peaceful. You admire the diffuse sunlight that shines softly through the old curtains. Would this be what love feels like? The complete and utter feeling of wonder and content? Suddenly, you notice a soft melody playing through the room. As you walk further, you see an empty piano. Its keys are moving harmoniously with the song that is filling the room. The sound is nothing like you've ever heard, it feels as if it's resonating with your thoughts, your soul, your being. You sit down on the seat and look next to you. Then you see it. The most beautiful pair of eyes is staring back at you. A sudden melancholy hits you, tears start falling down your cheek, as you now realize the bittersweet truth: You've not been split from your true love by space, but by centuries.
Inside the room sits one of no name:
An artist who carefully crafts a melody.
The artist pours their soul into this work;
They let the notes come from their heart.
The difference today is the girl who stood by the door.
Small and shy, the girl waits for the artist to notice.
The artist pauses, curious. Did this girl hear it?
The artist beckons for the girl to join them at the instrument.
A piano: black and white and old as anything the girl had seen.
When the girl is by their side, the artist continues to play.
The girl stares in wonder at their hands and the keys.
“How could something so old be so beautiful?” she wondered aloud.
The artist chuckled. “Do you think age is ugly?” they asked.
“No!” the girl exclaimed, flustered. “It just sounds... new.”
“That’s because it is,” the artist said.
“But it’s old!” the girl shouted.
“As am I, but alas, I seem new to you,” the artist replied.
The girl was lost for words, so she continued to listen to the melody.
It was bittersweet, dripping with history and hopes.
The artist looked at the girl properly for the first time.
Her eyes were red as if she had been crying.
The artist slowly transitioned into a different melody,
One of the joy of the possibilities of youth.
“I see how old everything is here, and I am so young,” the girl said.
“Like two different worlds, joining together.”
The artist nodded. “Although our worlds will eventually fall out of touch,
I pray that our interaction remains in your mind as long as your memory serves you.”
The girl nodded. “If I ever forgot you, I’d find myself and give me a talking to.”
The artist chuckled once more before looking at a clock on the wall.
“Our time is limited. Our friendship may only last so long,” the artist said sadly.
“Why?” the girl asked, upset. “We’ve only just met. I don’t know your name!”
“Time passes, and so shall I.” The artist stopped playing and put their hands on the girl’s shoulders.
“In the eyes of your mind you will see me,” they said. “It is in memories where things last forever.”
The girl felt terribly miserable even though she barely knew the artist.
“I will never forget you! Not ever! Not the music you played, not the white of your smile, and...”
The girl looked confused.
“And not the... Why can’t I seem to think of anything else?”
“Because all you need to remember is the melody.”
“I can go on without recognition. It’s the music that will change you, not me.”
The artist looked at the clock again. “It’s time. I will see you in dreams.”
Suddenly the girl was inside the music room of her high school.
She was at the old piano. She figured she must’ve dozed off.
“Silly me, dreaming of old people playing the piano,” she said.
She started playing, and after a moment, she realized it was the melody from her dream.
Not the one in the beginning, but the one the artist played just for her.
She felt oddly at peace in the old music room with the old piano and the young, although slightly less young, girl.
She played and played until finally she couldn’t remember anymore.
Suddenly, she noticed a little boy hovering outside the room.
She beckoned him inside with a smile.
“Do you hear it?” she asked. The boy looked confused.
“The worlds. The times. We meet once more!”
She played, this time from her own mind, a melody for the boy that she knew would appear in his dreams.
Just like the artist, she would change this boy, as a stranger, she would come into this boy’s dreams and guide him into a new world.
@@jamesvanderkooi7475 thank you very much :)
WONDERFUL!!!!!
next title idea: falling in love with the ghost haunting manor
me: i really just want someone to talk to :(
ghost: damn shawty u okay?
IF U KNOW THE MEME U KNOW
How about a "Falling in Love in a Haunted Garden" playlist?
After my death, I'll become the piano playing ghost
The shadows of the setting sun envelope me as I wander through his house, a dead and empty shell of its former self- just like him. His face was pale and unsmiling, his eyes closed and collar buttoned to the very top in a way he would've complained about. That body was my best friend and not my best friend at the same time, and I could barely stand the sight of him, nestled up in that coffin with his hair stiff with gel and not touseled in that way it always seemed to be in life.
This house used to breathe with life, with the sound of his playing in the living room. His dearest possession- his grandmother's grand piano that was always a tiny bit flat- was always where I found him, playing some sort of tune, surrounded by sheets of music of all kinds. I close my eyes, replaying the mellow sound of his piano I had only heard last week. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, threatening to escape the confines of my grief.
"Shut up," he'd say if he were here. I can hear his amused voice echo in my mind. "You really think I'm that easy to get rid of? I'll be here forever just to haunt you until you die so we can haunt the world together. Promise."
A shiver races up my spine, and my eyes snap open, as I realize, suddenly, that the tune of his piano- that mellow, warm tone- is one I have never heard before. My heart begins to race, and I step closer to the living room, each step threatening to send me flying back to the door and running away.
Somehow, I manage to turn the corner as the music hits me full force, and my knees nearly buckle with the onslaught of emotion. It's a familiar tune now, the song we decided years ago that was solely ours, and definitely not a part of my imagination when I see the keys being played and the pedal pressed- with no one at the seat.
I stumble towards the piano, still playing that same tune- softer now, perhaps- a sob wrenching itself from my throat and the tears I had so carefully hidden during his funeral streaming from my eyes.
"Really?" I can hear him say in a disappointed minor chord. "You're staining my carpet. I told you I'm not that easy to get rid of."
"You idiot," I mutter, collapsing on the carpet. "Just you wait. I'll make you pay for all this emotional trauma you've caused me when I get my hands on you."
"I'll look forward to it, darling," I hear in a brighter arpeggio. "After all, you have a whole lifetime to plan for it."
this is soo breathtaking
when i listen to similar playlist there is always a track or two that doesn't fit, but this one... this one is *chef's kiss*
this is a very fine track to be used as my 2am crying scene backsound because i managed to cry even harder and i felt the hilarious pain growing even deeper bsdjkkjjfhl
Hidden melodies
tucked away in my soul
begging to sing
a heart
That yearns for another
brings back
the tortures
the pain
the sorrow
the life that I thought was mine
was consumed
By hatred and sadness
mixed in an invisible
Potion
Who else feels like they play a whole act, opera, and orchestra to this music. Truly thank you.
this is a beautiful masterpiece. The music, images, and rain. Together they all blend and are a beautiful thing. Keep up the good work :)
Pov: You sat defeated next to the piano your husband loved to play. You hear a light music coming from it that grows louder.
love this!
Hauntingly beautiful
i’m in love with ghosts and long, slender hands, playing piano like it’s the last thing keeping them breathing. i’m in love with madness and tortured composers. i’m in love with romanticizing the things that will be my downfall but loving it anyways.
POV:
You live in a small town whose houses are built around a villa, whose rooms always have the lights off except one from which a piano melody comes. In that room resides the creator of the city who must continue playing to allow the inhabitants to live.
As soon as the maid with the flaxen hair started playing, my face lit up! This is the song I'm playing on the clarinet for solo and ensemble this year and it has become a favorite. Wonderful wonderful playlist as always Olivia!!
The first one instantly brought Bernadette Banner to mind
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM IN LOVE
I imagined a ghost being forced against their will to play the piano. in this eternal agony, they thought of all the fake promises they'd lie through their teeth to get another victim to succumb. They selfishly hoped that the haunting melody would attract a curious soul here and exchange roles. Then they could finally see the sun again.
There are people who would come to seek comfort, and sit at the chair, inches away from them. The tune seems to seduce them and they can't seem to sense the misery and anguish that's oozing from the pianist.
It was a curse that they found on their own.
that's beautiful!
@@rarianaw thank you
Can I write a POV on this?
@@sabrinadebenedetto5312 sure, go ahead! I'd like to see your pov :>
@@Vivian-qc3ys thank you! I just finished it, but it ended up being a little different from your version😊
You look up to the sky, staring at the dark clouds that raised you. A single drop of water hits you nose. You wipe it off and look back up to the now crying sky. You hear a rumble in the background as your hair starts to curl with the dampness of the moist atmosphere. You look straight ahead to find the field you were once standing in has transformed into a now soaking wet brick walk way.... leading straight to a castle. The windows shimmer with dust and rain. While still admiring the castle you hear the creaking wooded door open. Most people would run away, or do anything to avoid this situation.. not you though. Your drawn to the door, for some odd reason it seems so familiar yet so distant. You walk slowly but carefully towards the door. Step by step the castle seems to cover the land with a light shadow. Your now at the door step. You stare into a dark and long hallway. Windows suspended in the air let the grey light in, shining on the checkered floors. The walls are sculpted till perfection. A breeze blows from behind you, your loose hair blowing in the wind. You compellingly take a step in, whispers of beauty surrounds you as you hear the door slowly close behind you seemingly on its own. You don’t mind it though, it all seems so familiar your bot alarmed. A giant chandelier hangs above your head, dazzling your eyes with its shimmering quart jewels. You can’t help but grin up at it. Your spine tingles as your back is greeted by a cold shiver. Your not alone. You don’t even think twice before stepping in further and further. It’s feels like your a lonely child lost in a wonderland of toys, afraid but amazed and excited. As curiosity takes over your body, you find yourself drawn to the room at the end of this seemingly never ending hallway. As you walk closer to the room it seems to get farther and farther away. You pick up your pace, speed walking, determined to get to that door. Suddenly you stop, and you start to question yourself, your sanity... You turn around slowly as you continue to ponder. Even if this is just a dream.. why would you ever want to leave? You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You turn around on your heels and open your eyes. Your immediately met face to face with the door you had so longed for. You back up so that your an appropriate distance away to open it. Slowly you turn the handle on the wooden door and push it inwards. The door creaks open, as does everything else in this place. Your nervous, and don’t know what to expect so you look down and step in. The floor is decked out in a lightly tinted birch wood (definitely not Minecraft reference). You look up into the giant room. Almost like a ballroom... Your attention is quickly drawn to a single piano in the middle of the room. You walk hesitantly towards it. You sit next to it, and start to admire it when you feel another tingle from a breeze go down your spine. You look behind you to find a girl, no, a woman in a vintage but classy black dress. A ghost? She curtsy to you. You confusingly curtsy back. You watch her elegantly walk around you and sit at the piano. You curiously watch her every move. Neither of you speak. You sit on the floor by the piano and look up at her. She nods and starts to play...
You keep finding songs that I didn’t realize how much I needed.
Thank you.
I particularly like the piano, a dark academia playlist with just piano and rain would be nice
there is nothing more sad, then the rain hitting your window and the snow on your balcony slowly melting…
I was drifting away softly in the embrace of music, I could hear the murmur of the tiles going up and down and the wind making my hair dance. It was cold, and I felt empty, but the piano that played itself was like an unknown friend. Shivers went up and down my spine, my heart felt the ache of my soul and somehow the melody went through my skin and bones into myself. I was hurt, I cried for hours but I was finally at piece, cold and frozen, but at peace.
*sniffs* d-damn this haunted piano got some bars
My favorite playlist, which is nearly overused, always has my back :-)
You play the same song over and over and over again, in that same dark room where its only source of light is the moon that shines in through the window.
It's the only room left standing anyways, the rest of your castle is already gone. You lost the war, your Kingdom has fallen and once you've known that? You never wanted to step out of that room, you didn't want to see your parent's bodies and the guards who once walked down the halls laughing along with you gone.
You just decided to stay in that room, playing the anthem of your Kingdom on the piano, until your last dying breath. For you didn't want to believe that your Kingdom will cease to exist without marking its place, and letting people know that you'll remain standing here in this land.
*Even after your death, war, and loss.*
*So they'll hopefully hear this anthem everytime they step into our lands. And never forget it.*
I love listening to playlists like this when I am reading
The keys started to be pressed gently, a soft tune serenading her tears. She wiped her eyes, staring at the piano. Nobody was there, yet there was a sweet tune playing. It sounded familiar, like kisses on a summer afternoon, or a gentle whisper late at night.
She didn’t dare speak, lest the tune would disappear. Just like he did.
She leant down, staring at her hands as the tears began to fall once again. He had passed on, they told her. She should try and find some peace, or else become one of those widows she always saw, wearing veils to shield their faces from a world without their love. But she couldn’t find her peace.
She had stumbled down the hall to the library, where they had first met. He had been playing the piano just like it was playing now, and she had fallen in love. She leant her head against the piano, feeling the notes resonating in her, playing her heart strings.
“I miss you.” She murmured. The tune paused for a moment, before continuing its solemn love song. The song wrapped up peacefully, having a happy ending. The ending their story couldn’t have.
You manage to have background music for all of my day dreams
Classical music brings comfort to me,,it feels like I've found a safe place. Like idek why... I LOVE DARK ACADEMIA SO MUCH AAAAAAA
Melodies of a haunted past.
The surprising thing is that you really feel like a ghost is playing the piano to comfort.
Great selection of music olivia!
I love this playlist, this channel, I love the way I found videos like this, it should exist more like it.
POV: You sit alone in the library, frustrated by everything right now. Your passion was slowly drifting away from the grasp of your hands. Your passion had made you but now it's killing you. You caressed your crippled right hand that had once helped you play the piano that sat in front of you. If only that accident hadn't happened, you would be here- smiling and playing your piano. A tear fell from your hurt eyes onto your crippled hand, and soon you were sobbing intensively. Playing the piano would never be the same anymore. Your eyes drifted to the music piece you had always longed to play but never got a chance to. The library suddenly warmed, as if it were alive. The piano in front of you played a note, and soon your favorite song. Your sobbing stopped, and a smile slowly appeared on your lips. Whispers filled the room, and a chill ran down your spine as someone whispered in your left ear "It's not the end yet, dearie. Let me show you another way you could play the piano, just follow my guide and the piano's." You didn't say anything, but respond to the whispers through your actions and sat in that library all night nourishing your passion.
Note: I'm not an experienced writer, but this video gave me an idea. Thanks for reading!
That title is a big mood.
POV: your'e the new generation of Hogwarts and Cedric's ghost plays the piano for you as you cry (for those of y'all that are sobbing... Stay mad if u had to go through pain u do too) 😌✨
I-
YOU DID NOT HAVE TO DO IT LIKE THAT I-
Dedric
"tell me about Hogwarts when you were here?" you ask the specter in the corner of the common room who has yet to tell you his name. He stands from sitting in the window caressing the plants with this pale fingers, and exists the Hufflepuff common room. You run behind him as he makes his way to an unmarked classroom. He sits at the piano in the corner and starts to play a somber melody. "My name is Cedric Diggory. I suppose you have heard of me before?" you gasp in shock you had heard about him before but you never expected to meet him. As he extends his ghostly hand and touches yours, memories flood into your mind. You see boys running down hallways and the green house while its raining. you see beautiful Ravenclaw girl waiting by the entrance to the hufflepuff common room. You see a cup spit out paper and your house erupts in cheers and laughter. Once you are pulled back, the ghost is still playing the piano and you see a faint tear fall onto the keys of the piano. you are so filled with emotion, you start to cry. You cry as this somber spirit plays a song one the piano for you
@@barrettbarron4221 :O thanks for making me cry
The first song hits differently.... Thank you for uploading such beautiful music
I listen to these every day. They give me so much peace and happiness. Thank you
Mercy of the wind actually made me tear up from happiness 🥺✨
I love this so much. Tysm for making this..!!!
Love all these playlists...need these as a Spotify playlist.
i followed you like 2 days ago and ive been listening to your playlists while i do my homework. i love them, thank you!!!!!!
you have way too much fun coming up with the names for these playlists
This is the best music compilation maker on TH-cam. Each playlist is perfectly crafted, captures the mood, and makes me feel like I'm in another world. It's amazing. I look forward to each new playlist that comes out!
these playlists allow my mind to wonder
I saw nocturnal waltz as the first song and I smiled so much. that song helped me sleep on so may sleepless nights
Yet another awesome playlist, Olivia! 😭💚
Thank you!!
this makes me think of a ghost being cursed for eternity to play a piano that nobody can hear, until one day someone does
this is so pretty and calming it made my weekend :')
Oh God. It's so hauntingly beautiful. I am gonna cry now.
THANK YOU TO THE OWNER OF THIS CHANNEL FOR EXISTING AND MAKING THIS BEAUTIFUL CHANNEL❤️❤️❤️
the music is so gorgeous
POV: The walls of the room you're in echoed a wail of agony, and every cry had made impact as chairs and glass cracked. The only thing saved was the piano on the stage. An image of a girl practicing on that very piano horrified you. Because the girl looked exactly like you, her smiles and giggles made you cry. And there you finally realized. . .you were the girl.
The ill fated child who never got the chance to play her piece, and now you weep. For now you're stuck in this vast room, forever haunting this forgotten place, for your one single piece.
I've spent many an hour over the past few years with only my piano for comfort, and this captures the mood perfectly. Except for the orchestral parts
While exploring some of the rooms in the Palace you come across an abandoned room with a neglected piano. I stand at the door way scanning what other things are hidden in this room, there's just a painting of a man, a bench and a piano. Oddly enough, you go over to the piano and touch it, you play a key and all of a sudden you feel this tension. A feeling starts filling your body, not a weird feeling more of a humble feeling. You sit on the bench and start to play the piano (4:40) a tear sheds your eye and falls on the F key. -"Why so upset, love? Those were very good notes you played"
You quickly turn around to see who it was because you were alone in the room.. you release your hands off the piano to look behind you A key plays but your hands are off the piano You turn back around facing the piano and see a man
While turning around the room changes The room once was abandoned but now it is very beautiful The coloring of the wall, how the piano looked and played Everything was gorgeous You see the man leaning against the piano smiling at you -"Thanks for playing my piano, love, I was getting kind of lonely" You take a step back and lift your eyebrow
"Who are you? What are you doing in my house!" You turn your head ready to scream guards but he interrupts you -"You see that painting"he says as he points to the wall you look at the wall and look back at him "That's you." He nods his head -"I am Nathaniel Great, I came to this room everyday to play piano. I died in 1772.. because I was so bitter and spoiled my soul has been trapped in this piano. Every time someone plays it they call me and I appear, around 28 people have seen me but ran away. In order for me to earn my spot upstairs I have to learn to love.. which Is something I'm not very good at.." you watched his face as he told you the summary of this all was He seemed very down.. he's been trapped in this house for many years He died in 1772 but he looks very young, he looks your age..
"Don't get me wrong, you're very handsome"
he smiles as if it weren't the first time he's heard it
"But I don't really go for dead people, or anyone in that matter."
"I've never loved and I don't want to... I'm not very good at the whole love thing. I've never had a feeling like love before."
He comes closer to me and holds your cheek with his hand
-"Love, what if we change that"
He leans in for a kiss but you walk under his arm and reject him
he turns around looking at you and rolls his eyes
"Like I said before, love isn't really my thing"
you say smiling while crossing your arms
He laughs
-"Yeah well being trapped in a piano isn't really me thing either"
"I suppose we can still be friends, but sadly you'll have to wait for another woman to love you"
You say as you take a sit on the bench
-"I will accept your offer, and I suppose I could teach you to play because you're awfully rubbish,love"
"At least I'm not dead"
You say smirking
he rolls his eyes yet again
You hear footsteps coming from the down hall
it's one of the maids
she knocks on the door and looks at you
~"Your grace? Who are you talking to?"
"Well I-"
You quickly turn around but see no one
You giggle putting your hand on your forehead
"No one just myself, I may be feeling a bit ill"
~"Oh no your grace.. Well I will make you some tea. Lunch is prepared in the dining hall."
"You know Amelia or Lia is perfectly fine"
You smile reassuring her
"Will I see mother at the dining hall?"
~"Sadly no, your majesty has some matters to attend to."
You sigh
"That's Ok.. mother is always busy I guess.."
After finishing lunch you run back to the old room and play the piano
The room, yet again, turns beautiful and he comes back
-"Missed me, love?"
You laugh nudging him
"Sorry to crush your dreams but not in the slightest"
After a few weeks of knowing him you guys start to have a friendly relationship
In the kitchen you see mother with the maids
"Mother?"
~"Darling!"
she leans in for a hug
after she pulls away she holds your hand ready to listen to what you're about to say
"Mother? Is there something happening?"
~"Tomorrow night is the annual ball, I have prepared a dress for you! It's the perfect dress!"
"Thank you, mama"
You smile as she gives you a love squeeze
"I'm going to the back room to play"
~"The back room? Amelia that room is terribly outdated and dangerous."
She turns to the maid
~"The back room will be removed"
"Wait!"
You say stopping her
"Please leave it in?"
She nods her head yes
You go to the room and play the piano
The room shifts from old to new and there is he leaning against the piano
"Well I guess you can teach me the piano now right?"
He gestures to the bench
-"Please after you, love "
He sits next to you and touches your hand
"This is the D key"
You play it and then look up at him
His face was so close
You can see his pupils dilate as he looks at you too
The tension is unbreakable..
You are falling in love.
He smiles
-"Perfect. you are simply a natural"
After a hours of playing it turns night
"I'm sorry but I must go now"
-"why? you never leave this early?"
"I have to get ready for a ball tomorrow"
-"fancy Amelia"
he jokes looking into your eyes
"You know my name now?"
-"I heard the maid say it"
He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear
-"Very beautiful"
You get up to leave the room but he takes your hand softly and you turn around
-"Wait! Tomorrow.. will I still see you?"
You smile
"Goodbye, Nathaniel" You put on an off the shoulder light blue ball gown with the flowers stitches from the skirt down
The servants curls your hair and put it half up and half down They give you white low heeled shoes to wear for the ball
you walk down the stairs to the guests You look at the crowd expecting to see Nathaniel but then remember.. he's deceased You sigh and smile at everyone as they watch you come down the stairs champagneShe kisses your cheek and holds your hand ~"You look gorgeous, Lia!!" "As do you mother" -"This is a very important ball so please be on your best behavior" "I will" After a while later you managed to slip away and head to the room You play the piano and he arrives.. stunned -"Love, you look-" "I know it's a lot. I look so silly" You say cringing He walks up to you and holds your hand -"I was going to say stunning, beautiful, breathtaking"
He looks into your eyes you lean in for a kiss but he looks away -"Lia- I.." "Oh- I'm sorry.." you say out of embarrassment
"You know I should go-" You turn opening the door but he takes you into his arms and hugs you -"Amelia, I've falling in love with you" "Nathaniel that means-" -"It's final if I kiss you.. I can't kiss you because I don't want to leave you"
you release from the hug and look up at him putting my hand up to touch his cheek "but this is the one thing you've been longing for?"-"Or so I thought? But I've been longing to be happy. You make me happy, love" You continue hugging him but then you hear your mother angry ~"Amelia! Where have you run off to?"You wipe a tear and turn around but still holding his hand He gives you a love squeeze then you feel nothing "I'm here, mother"she walks into the room and slaps you you hold your cheek and look down in shock ~"How dare you disobey me after I told you no" ~"I have been looking for a man to marry you" ~" When I told you to behave you decide to leave the ball? That was made FOR YOU?" "Mother- I'm sorry I had no idea"~"If you're not going to attend the ball you might as well not even be wearing this dress. Go to your room and stay there till the ball is over" ~"I am so disappointed in you, your father wouldn't have approved this." "You're right, father wouldn't have approved THIS" You look up at her in anger "Father wouldn't approve you smacking me or never being there for me?" "You may have your moments but every time lunch is prepared or dinner you seem to have vanished" "Sorry that I want to be away once in a while but at least I'm there" "Forgive me for feeling overwhelmed, maybe I should go to the woods and-" She looks at you ~"And do what." You take a deep breath "And disappear the way father did. If it weren't for you yelling he wouldn't of been upset and run off to the woods. If he didn't run to the woods he wouldn't have been killed by the wolves piece by piece."~"I don't know what you're talking abou-" "I heard you that night yelling at him, and I also heard him trying to calm you down" "I've been trying hard to forgive you but every time I see you I just think of father" "If I decide to be in this room then I decide to be here" ~"not anymore, tomorrow I will have this room demolished. The way it should've been when I asked the first time"
she walks away and slams the door knocking the painting off the wall You jump out of fear but then fall to the floor sobbing You reach over to the piano and start playing it The room switches as you run over to him he holds you into his arms and hugs you You look up at him and he looks down at you worried You lean forward facing very close to him your lips inches away from his "I'm sorry- my mother she.. she is removing this room.." he strokes your hair -"It's not your fault" "It is.. you're going to be stuck here forever now.." -"it's Ok at least I can watch over you"
"But I won't get to see you.."You close your eyes inch up to his ear and whisper "It has to be this way.. I'm sorry."his eyes widen "I love you" You kiss him and the room turns from new to old you lay on the floor leaning against the broken piano crying unable to catch your breath instead of feeling his presence you lay there alone.. this is the first time and the last time you will fall in love .You sit there debating life curled up in a ball
*sobbing alone in front of a haunted piano*
Me: reads dark academia in title
Me: i have to click you
When he was alive he played a precious song only for your ears.
When dead, he played it again, over and over for you to hear.
It wasn’t the sad tune that caused tears to slip out of your eyes.
It was the fact that he was no longer here, next to you, breathing. He was but a memory and all that was left of him was this haunting tune.
ahh THE YEARNING IS AT ITS PEAK :')
The ghost is playing music to cheer us up-
In my head all I could picture was having a conversation with the ghost through the use of the piano, or like mindlessly playing some notes and the ghost comes in to spice it up a little
Could someone suggest me some royal romance stories? Like it should go well with the music that I listen from this channel! Also thank you for updating I am new here :)
The cruel prince, it’s a series and it’s enemies lovers. I just read it and it’s so good
POV:
My fingers tap lightly against the keys, moving up and down the piano in a cascading rhythm. It is a song of lust and love and all things hopeful. I need a night of joy, to forget all the painful events of the last month and leave them in the past. My fingers begin playing faster, to distract myself when I think of everything. The song turns into a crashing symphony of sharp notes, and I have to stop, once again, and take a breath before playing.
"Caroline," I hear a soft call behind me, followed by some light footsteps, but I don't turn around. I know that voice too well; he is the cause of all my suffering. But what could he possibly be doing here? Why would he come back to the one place he's unwelcome?
"Caroline?" he says again, and it's an inaudible breath. Some more footfalls and he's circling around the grand piano and into my line of view. There's no hiding now. "Margret wanted me to give you this," he holds out a small white envelope.
"Don't say her name," I say, looking up at him for the first time.
"Your sister, I mean then," he pauses. "I told her it wasn't a good idea, but she insisted you be there for our union." And there it is, laid straight out in the open: they were getting married. Derek, who cheated on me with my sister, was now to be wed to the younger, more elegant of my father's daughters, Margret. As soon as she was born, all the attention was drawn off me. She was too beautiful not to be noticed. But her charm and character were even greater, and I had trusted her right until Derek had chosen her over me. I should have realized the look he gave her was more than just kindness towards my family, more than just the care you give towards a young child.
The grand black walls of the concert room feel as if they are closing in, constricting my airway. My eyes trail over the smooth archways and then follow down to the empty audience seats to keep from looking at him.
At first, I didn't approve of their partnership, not only because of the betrayal but because I thought Margret had been wrongly tricked by a man nearly twice her age. But now, I realize that maybe two cheaters deserved each other, and she had made advances upon Derek by her own free will.
"Why did you choose her?" I whisper, voicing the one answer I truly desire for. Why does everyone always choose her and not me?
He laughs, shakes his head, and drops the little white invitation letter on top of my black piano. "You know there was never really a choice." And it's the way he says it--so casually--that truly unnerves me, finally breaks me. I begin sobbing.
"Leave," I say, and when he doesn't move, I say louder once more. "Leave!"
Oh, that's so pretty-
@@rarianawahhhh bahaha
pov: you sit in an room with no interior except one black piano. it was the piano of your significant other who died. you started sobbing when you remembered all the songs they played for u. after some time you heard someone really playing the piano. it was them. as ghost. playing the piano flawlessly as they did when they were still alive. oh how you wished they still lived.
(this is bad. i'm sorry)
It's not, it's wonderful!
Is it just me or is there anyone else also who started imagining that they are a sad ballerina wearing a black dress who is dancing their pain out in an abandoned black room with a spotlight on them??? no one? eh. probably me only.
Thank you for your effort! ❤️
the dorm common room was particularly silent tonight. maybe it was because of the roaring thunder, or perhaps it was the hour of the night, you think. to no avail, you continue tip-toeing down the mahogany hall, whilst just about every board in the floor was creaking. finally, you reach the large door masquerading the elegant lounge. the handles were a gold color, begging to be opened as if it was the first time in decades. you pull the handles, to which the door hinges creak open just slightly enough for you to squeeze in. the ceilings rose higher than those in the hallway, and the octagonal walls of the room were lined with mahogany bookshelves filled with dusty books. the window across from you is wide open, letting the window blow the curtain away from its resting position as rain pours into the room.
just as you do every night, you sit down at the beautifully carved piano. your fingers start pressing the keys, playing a slow but elegant tune. as your right hand played the tune, your left hand played the chords. as you watch the keys play their tune, the room feels enchanted by the waltz of the music. you remember how he is not here, and how he left you abruptly. the sadness is displayed in your music as you sob on the keys. soon, the feeling of dread became too overwhelming. you put your hands over your face to try to stop the tears, but they don't fade. the music continues to play. and as you watch in awe, the keys pop up and down by themselves. and even though you felt so alone, the music was there for you.
fore some reason, this is a secret thing my heart desired. knew from 1st song it is going to be masterpiece
Nocturnal Waltz is a piece to be reckoned with, indeed!