If I Believed Twisted Sheet Music Now

As the melody twisted, so did my thoughts. I started thinking about Elara. About what could silence a composer after a single symphony. Then the music veered into a section marked “Con straziante lentezza” —with agonizing slowness. Each note felt like a step down a spiral staircase into a place that had no floor. The cool draft became a focused point of cold on the back of my neck, like a fingertip.

I was crying. I didn't know why. The taste of salt and metal filled my mouth. My hands, moving of their own accord, approached the final note. The solid black oval with no stem. A period at the end of a sentence that should never have been written. if i believed twisted sheet music

I wanted to stop. But the music had me. My body was a puppet, and the twisted lines were the strings. The final page approached. The melody, which had been lonely, then anguished, then terrifying, collapsed into a single, repeated note. Middle C. But it wasn't a steady rhythm. It was a heartbeat. Slow. Unsteady. Thump. Thump-thump. Pause. Thump. As the melody twisted, so did my thoughts