Allegretto

I knew my world was slowly ending when the pigeons beside my window grew quiet and their vibrations became stronger. Without sound there is no world for me.
Demands for my expertise overwhelm me and the pressure in my head builds. Everyone demands perfection so do I. I'm only as good as my last piece.

Tears cover my keys due to my frustration. My own allegretto's vibrations thrill me. I can feel it but it pleads with me and tempts me to devour it fully. My soul sobs with desperation and pain. My ears are bloddy from forcing them so hard against my piano. "Please God. I beg of you! I bring so much pleasure to people with my art. I need to experience it will all my senses." My most joyful piece of work brings unbearable torture to my mind.

Praise fills the air and vibrations finally replace all sound. Everyone experiences my art completely the way I so desperately long to and never will. My cruel punishment haunts me. I curse the world, for it has become silent. Never to hear my own beautiful allegretto.