If I Believed Twisted Sheet Music [UPDATED]

I pressed the key.

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

My right index finger hovered over the key. The reflection of Elara leaned forward, her hollow eyes wide with desperate hope. Her mouth formed one word: “Finish.” I pressed the key

When it ended, the sheet music on the rack was blank. The twisted lines, the notes, the final black oval—all gone. Just five straight, empty staves. The taste of salt and metal filled my mouth

Now, I hear it sometimes. In the hum of the refrigerator. In the drone of traffic. In the silence before sleep. It’s building. And I have no idea how to write it down.