There was a girl whose nimble fingers danced over ivory keys to no end. She played even as the oceans rose around her—as the sky fell, collapsed until there was no sky at all.
It was my world, the music that flowed from her fingertips, elegant and never-ending, never-ending, never-ending, never-ending, never-ending, never-ending, never-ending, never-ending, never-ending,
Delicate notes flooded the sea, the sky, no wait- there was no sky and there is no water and there
It is my world, the ivory and ebony keys. So sacred were they they could have been forged from the tusks of the very first elephants God gifted unto the world-
But no—that wasn't right, there is no God- not here-
And so the keys are my world, spread below my fingers—below me—like gleaming marble tile... a yellow brick road of my own design...
And there was something at the end—gleaming and glorious and true—I was sure, because there was! Just as sure as the sky was blue-
(but there was NO SKY-)
But no—that wasn't right, there had to be a sky, or I would not be here and by all laws of the universe as we knew it there should be a sky and a sun and soil and land and stars and seas (not just one) so then this was just a
A what?
But—there wasn't a sky because that was just how it was, just like there is an end to this shining marble road because- because that was just how it was, simply how it was and oh—how easy it all seemed now! To just accept everything as it is because there is nothing else and this is just how it was made to be-
But no—that didn't seem quite right-
