On a dreamy moonlight, sitting near the windows of the enchanting rose all alone with my book, I heard a melody downstairs as if the world had fallen unto despair. Enchanted by the melody that enlightened my passionate heart, I followed, like a wanderer who lost his soul, in search of that passionate light. It led me to the hall, where the moon revealed it's naked face and a girl who could be seen playing, the melody that brought me. I saw her face pale yet serene fallen yet filled with unyielding passion, as she played the great melody of my heart the Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.