This piece is centered on the Israel-Iran ceasefire, capturing a moment of human defiance amid uncertainty. A lone cellist climbs a mound of rubble in the deserted street and begins to play, his silhouette caught in the glow of a tentative sunrise of hope. On either side, armed sentries keep weapons trained down the boulevard, a reminder that dialogue, not gunfire, now defines the street. Falling embers and broken façades record the night’s violence, yet the cello’s poised bow offers a counterpoint: culture insisting on life even before debris cools. The wet asphalt mirrors both the dawn light and the unresolved tension, suggesting that lasting peace will depend on whether the music, not the rifles, sets the day’s rhythm.
