well i'd love to actually embed the damn song but welp i can't find anywhere that'll do that. the bandcamp page won't even play it!

a clock ticks

a music box swells

a pattern, held, repeating

anticipating, accepting

the clock ticks again, and does not stop

the music box begins its piece after its warmup, this will be our melody for the remainder of the song

the song is hauntingly beautiful. this may be where i started to cry the second time i listened to this song.

3/4 time, that of a waltz; A Ionian, major key

and enter left, our main character. some sort of glassy synth, with the quality of nails on chalkboard

it's quite polite to begin with, easing itself into the melody

and then it starts scratching

as the violas enter, it should be obvious now that this is a song about death.

but as i listened to it, i was fascinated by how effectively and how swiftly this song, without context, reduced me to tears.

but a clue lies in the strings, wherein these peaceful notes would normally contrast the noisy synth

they instead harmonize with eachother

this is where i started to cry the first time i listened to this song

the strings exit, leaving the noise and the music box, the clock is still ticking

yet even as the noise evolves, it barely even notices the absence of the violins

a cello arrives, providing a mature emotional foundation to the otherwise esoteric sound

the song stubbornly refuses to acknowledge its own dissonance

wherein it says its piece

that perhaps there is no dissonance after all

the noise grows bolder at this point. it was so gentle to begin with, far from how it is now

death is inseperable from life, they swirl around eachother, bring about eachother, breathe through eachother

the noise is not reviled by the song, it's just another piece

it is inseperable from the rest

you have to accept it as a part of the song

but it takes a pause for a moment, as violas enter again

to die means that you lived

to be mourned means that you were loved

the music box stops. it won't ever start again

the strings do not last much longer

and all that is left is the clock

even the noise is gone now

death is still my greatest fear

that's probably why my face is covered in tears by this point

but not even time itself can last forever, and the ticking stops

memento mori