It started slowly, his right hand teasing a melody out of the keys. It began to take shape, its contour ebbing and flowing smoothly, the crisp notes giving it life. His left hand joined, playing simple notes at first. The notes invited harmony, and one by one, chords began to form.
Blood trickled from his wrists, staining the white keys with his life force as great arpeggios rolled up the piano. His heart rate accelerated as the melody became intrinsically more complex and frenetic, like a spider’s last moments. His breath came in shorter gasps as his hands began to weaken, his wrists weeping crimson tears. Urgently now the music ploughed on, rising, faster, louder! It crescendos and peaks! For a moment it lingers on the edge of a precipice- and then! A great chord is struck by Olympian hammers as he collapses on the keyboard, his eyelids lacking the strength to open.
The blood drained into the space between the keys, a bloody mess that almost quenched the gigantic instrument. The seconds ticked by and the notes began to fade from sound, their glory dissipating into the air with its player, never to be heard again.