Hush!
The melody of a piano effused from my neighbour.
The best thing in the world is to play music. The very best is to listen to the profuse melody evoked by a master.
Was it a superb execution?
My soul was dissolved, anyhow, in the rapture.
I left my uncle’s room where I saw the grand sun pass away.
I put me in my bed, because my visionary mood was not to be stirred for the world, and because I wished to dream a romance without the delay of a moment.
But I could not slumber.
And I missed my dinner.
I petitioned my uncle to step out into the street for my beloved chestnuts.