I shifted my gaze to the people from that place and really, I could clearly see how a delineation of marvel showed from their face as they're watching him making beautiful at the same time, filled with moroseness melodies through the keys.
As for me, I let my thoughts wander while listening to the beautiful sound. The familiar subtleness of it served as an expressway to the past− a sad past because its rhythm actually was the last rhythm I ever heard from the piano keys that was played by his fingers.
I thought that would be last rhythm I would be hearing made by him because I know this idea might sound like a crackpot, but I can't help myself to see Adam from him, Adam who's gone for ten years and who's already dead.
(A/N: Hello guys, this is the first part of the Adam Series entitled Adam: From Nowhere. Maybe in August, the first part will be finished and I'll start working with its second part. However, just a friendly reminder I'm not a native speaker of English language so you're really going to encounter a lot of mistakes of my grammar and language expressions just let me know so we could correct it. Beside, if I finish this, I'll do a grammar check. Thank you)