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Music
From birth, I was music.
My jarring skin, especially when combined with harsh teeth, was the opening chords: discordant, clashing notes in a key that was too obviously minor, foreshadowing the tone of the movements to come.
The melody, for years, was alone. No accompaniment, no orchestra to complement a complex, haunted tune. Music is beautiful when fully transcripted: the different clefs help balance one another, bringing out the best in each of the parts. But what about when the melody is too intricate; so painfully beautiful that no one wishes to touch it, for fear they'll break it, or worse, become infested with its melancholy?
Sometimes no accompaniment is best.
Inevitably, though, there must be some variation to keep the audience enthused. A change in key, if only for a few moments, does the trick.
Or the addition of another clef, another player, to offset the tune. Together, they'd twist and turn, turning the two parts into one melody. If only for a moment, the music can be purely breathtaking, the simplicity of the parts' intricacy astounding.
Which makes the transition into just one line again all the more painful.
By the end, you're begging for it to end. You want the song to be over, if not because you're tired of the length, you want to remember the good passages before the less favourable ones are all that's left.
The water baptised me, cleansed me, burned me, and erased all that was left of me, an anticlimactic diminuendo.
I was music.