A tapestry woven from threads of yearning and the persistent echo of unspoken affections. My deepest gratitude goes to the myriad of artists whose lives and works have illuminated the intricate dance between inspiration and unrequited love – the composers whose melodies still whisper Llona's name. And to Llona, for the echo you ignited in the silence, for the ghost of a smile that resurfaced decades later, and for becoming my muse. You are the quiet hum beneath the surface of my life, the unexpressed longing that fuels the song, and the bittersweet ache that finds its only true voice in music. This is for the unspoken, for the what-ifs, and for the enduring melody of a heart that continues to sing your name, even in the quietest of studios, on the furthest of shores.
