Elena began to play. The melody was a slow, melancholic waltz. At first, her fingers were stiff, but the music soon took over. As the notes filled the room, she didn't just hear the song; she felt the presence of everyone who had loved her. She saw her father’s proud smile during her first recital and felt the firm, encouraging squeeze of her mother’s hand.
For years, that song had been the heartbeat of her home. Her mother, Sofia, used to sing it while kneading bread in the kitchen, her voice a warm contralto that seemed to smooth the edges of their modest life. Sofia often said that Soledad Palao Silva didn't just write music; she wrote the "secret sighs of the heart." _Quien te quiere mas que yo_ - Soledad Palao Si...
One rainy Tuesday, Elena sat at the bench. She hadn’t touched the keys since Sofia’s passing. The house felt too quiet, the air heavy with the scent of lavender and dust. She looked at the title on the cover—the elegant, sweeping script of a bygone era. Who loves you more than I? Elena began to play