The notes scatter beyond the horizon, the crescendo interrupted without fanfare. What remains is a whisper, an echo of something not written, not played.
Efficiency tips: how to fail better, faster—embracing the unfinished manuscript. But the pen hesitates, stillness brews in the air like forgotten jazz.
Another room, another void, puzzle pieces that fit nowhere. Assemble, disassemble, repeat, until the music fades into the pause between inhalations.
Reprise of Silence Fragmented Melody