The Whisper at Night

Good evening beautiful ladies and gentlemen! 😜❤️❣️❣️❣️ I trust you all had a good day in your different respective workplace?

Out of my creativity, I write you guys this little story of mine to calm your nerves this night.

Nevertheless, Night has a way of making everything feel heavier. The world slows down, the streets grow quiet, and even the air feels still. Sometimes, in those hours when the day has already folded itself away, I sit alone and think about how quickly people can turn their backs. Friends drift away, loved ones get too busy, and sometimes even those you thought would stand forever by your side vanish without a word.

But the silence is never complete for me. In the corner of my room, resting patiently, are my two most faithful companions my bass guitar and my trumpet. They never ask questions, never judge, and never walk away. Instead, they whisper to me in melodies only my heart can truly hear.

When my hands wrap around the neck of the bass guitar, I can feel the strings pulse beneath my fingers like a heartbeat. A deep, steady rhythm flows into me, reminding me that life still has music left to play. My trumpet, with its golden glow under the lamp, speaks in a different voice brighter, sharper, lifting me out of the shadows and into a place where hope lives.

It is in these moments that I remember joy is not always given by people sometimes it is created by the passions you hold closest to your soul. My instruments have seen me at my lowest, yet they have been the reason I’ve stood up again. They’ve carried my sorrows in their notes and replaced them with something lighter, something brighter.

The world may change, people may leave, but the music remains. And in the quiet of the night, when no one else is there, my bass guitar and trumpet keep whispering to me: You are not alone.