An Introduction

The first part of "Treble".

 The tick of a clock.

The rhythm in her head.

The sun shining through the window, casting shadows upon the wall in front of her.

There was evidence of me everywhere, and yet, at that moment, I was nowhere to be found. At least, not in her thoughts. She was focusing on the tune that held her captive. A tune that did not require much effort on my part. It was just there. 

No words.

No purpose.

No structure.

All I did was listen. That was how I came to love Treble.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

They say that music is the universal language, a very good write.

[Melissa]

Very, very intriguing. Your passion for music is so apparent!! As a fellow lover of music . . . I can't wait to hear more.