I graced the keys in a way only we immortals could. I knew that alone might shock Bella, but I had something special planned for her. I began the song quietly, accenting the part she knew.
"My lullaby," she whispered in realization.
She was right, of course; it was in fact her lullaby. But not in the way she knew it. I'd been spending some time fiddling with harmonies and minor 3rd's, trying to get the lullaby's melody weaved oh so carefully in the chords. This was, by far, the most complex piece I'd ever done. I knew barely which keys I wanted to hit, yet I never once messed up.
These chords, these harmonies and octaves and such; they were much more than small shapes on the page, more than pieces of ivory. The meaning within them was much more than that. This song, this lullaby, held my feelings, my soul. They contained all of the sheer passion I felt for her, all the joy she'd brought into my life. This song, in itself, captured indefinitely what I could never put to words. What I'd been trying my best to communicate to her, and utterly failed.
What could I say that better communicated what I was feeling than this music? It was amazing how a mere composition, not yet even a proper song, could express me better than I could do it myself. Words would never do for these feelings; it was truly a musical feeling, a feeling you cannot fully comprehend without song.
I rolled the lullaby to a stop, gracing one final chord. I looked back to her face; she was crying. I actually feared for a moment that I'd upset her, only to realize that these were tear of joy. She understood perfectly what I'd been trying to communicate to her in music. Not a word had passed my lips, and she and I were intertwined, forever.
I hugged her to me closely, letting her cry herself out. I knew for a fact that she wouldn't stop for a while now, but I didn't mind comforting her. I felt as though this was where I was meant to be, that this was in fact the place where I could firmly put some roots down. Now I was sure. Though me heart hadn't beat in over one hundred years, I was still warm and fuzzy inside.
"The music speaks to me," I muttered in her ear, kissing her hair.