Ophelia Piano Sheet Music Novels & Stories

Her slender, pale fingers gently lifted the lid, and in no time, her fingers danced across the keys. The lively tune of "Happy Birthday" filled the hall, catching everyone off guard. None of the household staff knew Chloe could play the piano. They watched in disbelief as the woman at the piano seemed to transform into someone entirely different. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, and a faint smile played on her lips. Her long lashes fluttered with every blink, while her graceful fingers tapped the keys, spilling cheerful music into the air. She played "Happy Birthday" four times before seamlessly transitioning into the famous piano piece, "A Comme Amour."

Ophelia said, and the plea the woman had wanted to begin reciting died in her throat. She nodded, wide-eyed as her whole body shook like a leaf. Damn. Was she a coward? Ophelia had no idea someone could shiver so much. “I need you to send a message back to Ariel.” She picked up a note and pen beside her, and dropped it in front of her. “Written message. Write a summary of what she made you do, and how you did it. At the end, write that you can no longer continue.” The woman was crying now and shaking her head even as she spoke.

With careful, slightly dramatic steps like a detective in a thriller movie, she crept through the dim hallway, descending the stairs toward the music room. Harry sat upright at the grand piano, his fingers gliding effortlessly over the keys, weaving a classical melody that flowed with deep emotion. Each note cascaded like a gentle stream, sometimes surging with a mesmerizing intensity. The atmosphere in the room was serene, as if time itself slowed to listen. Peeking from behind the door, Arabella slowly closed her eyes, allowing herself to be swept away by the harmony. She could feel the emotions woven into the music—longing, sorrow, and a quiet solace that touched her heart.

As the three of them walked down the aisle, the two musicians followed behind, their strings filling the hall with soothing melodies. Ophelia’s gown and veil went on a few feet behind her. The tail of the dress was decorated with faint golden dust and flowers, it ran up the skirt till it reached the bodice. Its off-shouldered cut complimented her delicate collarbones. The closer she got, the more Noah felt out of breath. Ophelia took the steps up to Noah, capturing him through the fabric of her veil. Noah took a step forward, hugging his mother and father before taking her gloved hand. Ophelia chuckled when she felt him tremble under her touch.