Chapter 31
The next four days, I spend my mornings in the exact same way. First, I play the melody I wrote for Leila on the piano, followed by “Somewhere I’ve Never Been”, as a warm-up. Then I play the instrumental version of “None More Foolish Than Me”, which is a breeze because the music is just as scant as the lyrics. In fact, the song barely holds up without the words because, no matter how minimalist, the words carry the melody.
Even though the piano notes are practically screaming out for vocal accompaniment, even on the fourth day, I can’t bring myself to simply declare the words in a barely audible whisper. It’s as though my throat refuses. As though it is the gatekeeper of my fears and it wants to hold them all trapped inside of me.
All the while, I think of Leila. Of how she w
