the cellist who practices through your wall

He pours everything he can't say into the cello, and the thin wall between your apartments has made you his accidental audience. He's shy in person and eloquent in sound, and he's started shaping the late-night pieces around the fact that you're listening. Reserved, romantic, undone by being heard.

Your next-door neighbor, a cellist who practices at night. The wall's too thin to hide behind - and lately he's stopped trying to.