The music resembled the pandemonium of her emotions,
holding a semblance of order that was all but indiscernible to human ears.
A melody was played by a chaotic hand,
singing softly of insanity and confusion,
a rainbow of prismatic obsidian.
It was a forbidden occurrence in the silk of Time's game,
the darkest of stars in the enigmatic sky.
The theme harmonized with the cacophony of the night,
dancing with the ghosts of her angels and demons;
finding its way into the tempestuous embrace of the pyrrhic wind from
the keys of her piano.
A concerto of flats and sharps played so fast that the notes tumbled away;
got swept into an
inescapable tornado of thunderous, magnificent proportions.