Musical Serenade

Author's Note: The perspective changes ONCE. Veiwer discretion is advised. Enjoy .
We are nothing in this empty circle. The day she came to our wedding I was almost elated, but I knew it was fake. This emotion, the anger, the love, the fear. It swept me with such gall! Music was my only sanctuary in this accursed existence.I was not loved nor hated. I was empty as an infant without milk from its mother’s tit.

But then, music gave me what no person or religion could give. It gave me life! My thirst quenched at last. Out of the 49 years of my life the only one that ever talked to me, listened to me, made sensual love to me, was music.

Those impudent spoiled brats couldn’t understand. Just like their whore of a mother. That vile woman! She had to go. My love affair was far too pleasing to let go. The music was better than emotional or physical love. It was quite easy to slay her. You see she was quite the health freak.

So, I waited for her morning tea. I then slipped some arsenic in. And voile! No more negative sayings like “Put on some something other than this dull crap.” Or “Come on Larry, put on something lighter! How about Taylor Swift?” I hated her and her children with all my heart.

Anyways, enough about that disgusting creature and back to this wondrous music! Lets see what the nurse brought today shall we? Aha! I see the doctor has quite the ear for sending me this beauty. (As I already assumed) Now for those who do not know this is as,I believe to be "Solveig's Song" by Amelita Galli-Curci. One of her only songs by electric recordings.

The needle of the tonearm is almost ogasmic when it hits the disc oh so gentely... Wait...

The song whispered to me doctor. Can’t you here it? I thought you were different than the others. I presume not. No matter, I will continue to listen. I must… Yes I understand.

I’m sorry nurse but, I must.

The patient brutally stabs the nurse with her pen. The doctor tried running away to no avail. The patient dislocates the doctor’s jaws. His tongue now flailing about, his screams still trying to form from his terror and pain.

I have done it now my darling. Now let us make love. My member is throbbing hard to your melody. I will masturbate to this music till they come. No puns intended. Ha-ha! I shall lock the doors for us. For privacy. My love.