there are a million rambling notes stampeding inside my head so much that i feel i can barely keep my sutures together with the fury and fire of it! ringing loud and clear, soft and muffled, running high and low on the strings, the keys, the winds, and my frail and trembling voice. i have symphonies bound up in my childlike and shaking fingers, siren songs in my mortal throat. the notes of a thousand worlds i may find in my own. time to play.