He trilled "...it will be forever..." but everything was suddenly off in his head, the progression off, and he couldn't find the resolving note. He just kept leading himself into more melody, different melody, shifting, his harp and heart spiraling into a bottomless pit of music, the thought of losing his own words, all the effort he had put into shaping his own voice, all that gone. Six years of singing gone. Everything else was falling apart for him. His home, his family. He shifted the root note on his harmonica, the key signature long since worn away, and he warbled a strange scale up and down the instrument. It was only balance; it was only fair. more »