The Unsung Melody
The rain drummed a mournful rhythm against the attic window, each drop a tiny echo of her own loneliness. Amelia, perched on a dusty stool amidst forgotten treasures, traced the faded lines of a worn music sheet. It was a melody she'd composed, a tapestry of yearning and hope, woven into a symphony of her soul. Yet, it lay unplayed, unappreciated, just another relic in the vast attic of her life.
She had always felt like an off-ke...