A Sonata.
A song without words.
A song flowing as lithe fingers dance across ivory keys, or fingers slide across well-worn violin strings…. A ripple of emotions, wordless feelings, passions.

Narcissa sat entranced, lost in a world of cascades, harmonies, arpeggios.

Music offered her life; gave words to her loneliness.

She wished she could play sonatas; to release and express the feelings deep within her that rose to surface, admitted their pain only when music is heard.

Lucius would never permit it.
He wanted her emotions to be like his, locked away behind a façade.

Yet... she dreamed of sonatas.