"Damn this!"

Why did every note seem wrong these days?

"Curse it!"

There was a time for her, and a time for writing his precious music…or so he thought.

"Argh! What's happened to me?"

She never left his mind.

"Have I gone mad?"

No, I'm perfectly sane…it's just this damned girl.

"Think of me, think of me fondly…"

"When can I not think of you?" he cried.

He collapsed onto the floor, cradling his head in his hands.

"Why do you never leave my mind?" he sobbed. "Why can't you leave me alone? Why must I love you?"

Her voice controlled him, overpowered his.

"Why must I love you when I am forced to see you love another?"

He got up again and sat at the organ.

"My melodies are useless without you to hear them."

He knew that she could never love him…

"Please listen to the music of the night…"