in the heat of battle, with chaos as our backdrop, i can't help but recall the melody of accordions, a sound that now seems so distant, it's almost like a dream we're forced to forget in the face of our reality. the plan was simple, yet the thought of a predismissal of our hopes feels like an echo in our minds, pushing us to restart from baseline, holding onto the vibrations of those keys even when they're unavailable to our senses now. yet, in this moment, amidst the turmoil, the idea of those harmonies provides a silent fortitude, a reminder of what we're fighting for—peace, so that one day, the music won't be just a memory struggling against the noise of conflict.