The Boy Who Spoke in Melodies

Finn didn't speak in words. He spoke in melodies. Growing up on a ship, cradled by the rhythm of the waves, his silence wasn't emptiness, but a world of notes waiting to be played. His mother, a songbird lost too soon, had left behind an echo in his heart, a melody he yearned to sing.

With a worn-out piano and the endless expanse of the ocean as his muse, Finn found his voice. His fingers danced across the keys, weaving tales of salty winds, stormy skies, and the quiet beauty of dawn. His music was a language understood by the seagulls, the dolphins, and the old lighthouse keeper who often sat on the dock, lost in Finn's symphony.