A young poet sits on a wooden table, holding a sheet of books in his hands. He types furiously on the table, his fingers curled around the pages of a colorful autumn novel. In his hands, he 'writes the melody,' a soft melody filling the air. He is gazing intently at the side of an airplane, his lips twitching as he contemplates his next write. The sky above is a deep shade of orange, casting a warm glow on the scene.