The Last Martian Symphony

Marvin, the last surviving Martian, stood alone on the dry red plains of his homeland, looking at the setting sun. He had just watched the last Earth rocket leave, its smoke trail shrinking into the abyss. When it was finally just a speck of dust in the sky, he looked around him. Everything was quiet, peaceful, just like the old times.

The humans left just as they had arrived: in a flurry of noise and excitement. They brought along their machines, their dreams, their conflicts, and their music. Marvin was fond of the music. Out of all the alien things they had introduced, their symphonies stirred strange emotions within him. But now, the humans were gone, disappeared into the cosmos in search of some new world to inhabit and explore.

Marvin walked through the deserted human settlements, through the streets lined by the phantoms of their lost dreams. Marvin, in his melancholic stroll, stumbled upon an old gramophone. It was one of the many artifacts the humans had left behind in their haste. He remembered how they used to play their symphonies on it. He had watched them do it plenty of times. With much effort, he managed to get the gramophone to work. He was not sure what he was expecting, but he was not disappointed.

A hauntingly beautiful melody filled the Martian air. It was Beethoven's 'Moonlight Sonata,' a piece of music the humans said was as timeless as the universe itself. Marvin sat down, staring at the two moons of Mars dancing in the twilight, and listened. The music seemed to tell a tale of melancholy, joy, and resilience; it spoke of the human condition, their dreams, their fears, their hopes. As the music filled the Martian air, Marvin felt something he had not felt in many sun cycles: a sense of connection, an understanding of these strange visitors from Earth. He found himself caught up in the music, feeling emotions that were new, yet strangely familiar.

As the final notes of the symphony faded, Marvin was left in silence once again. But it was a different silence now. It was not the silence of loneliness, but a silence filled with the echoes of humanity's dreams, their conflicts, and their joys. He felt both the pain of their departure and the hope of their journey.

That night, under the Martian moons, the last Martian listened to the last of Earth's symphonies, alone but not lonely. The humans might have been gone, but they lived on in their music, forever a part of Mars, forever a part of him.