This is lovely. I believe I wrote about it elsewhere... however.... the melancholy is poetically like Chopin, Ene Etude more than any, expresses your words in notes- the Etude in f minor, I believe No. 8. In the very end, if played well, you can hear little snowflakes falling out of the clouds of grey, gently shattering their crystals against the window pane.
You are gifted in writing.