Paolo Scardina

In the dim glow of his office, the businessman leaned forward in his chair, his eyes drifting to the city lights outside. He closed them, and suddenly, another realm unfolded in his mind—a place where his guarded feelings could roam free. A soft piano melody began to play, each note delicate yet deliberate, like a whisper of emotions he rarely let surface. A choir joined in, their deep, mellow tones resonating with a sense of longing, grounding him in the vulnerability he often ignored. Then came the bassoon, its tender strains weaving through the air like threads of intimacy, tugging gently at his heart. In this imagined world, he felt his heartbeat slow, steady yet pronounced, as if reminding him he was alive beneath the layers of suits and schedules. For a moment, he allowed himself to linger there, cradled by the music, before the hum of reality called him back.