I take a breath as I look back down to the piano I am sitting at. It's all white besides the accidental keys. I have nothing, absolutley nothing besides the ten pages of music I had previously wrote a year or two before. It's a solemn song written in C minor with the intent of reconcilation with someone long lost. I press the E key then the A then sigh. 

Inspiration.

Inspiration.

"How am I supposed to be inspired." My cat raises her head. "I mean when was the last time I finished a song out of love."

I sigh leaning my head on the music rack as I let her words come 

"Love is a battle." I mumble then press B3. "Understanding and sharing ones self." I stretch a finger to B4. "To become selfless and to happily concede" C5 "To the one you love." D5. "But to also fall victim to the pains of humanity due to the ability to care profoundly for someone or something." Back to B4 twice, I sigh and look back up to my cat Amber. "It is a boat on a sea which you cannot escape there are good and bad days but in the end it is another day." I press A4 twice.

"Maybe thats what I need." I say to her. "An explanation for true love not the facade my mother throws around."

I press more keys the notes coming freely a bit sad but hopeful as my fingers glide up and down the keys. Then I switch from naturals to accidcentals trying a change in tune  but it sounds worse than I thought so I stay with the naturals for my right hands and switch to a more chord melody with my left using both accidentals and naturals. The melody is coming easier now more precise and with a better conveyed structure of what I would like to portray as the struggle of loving something which fights back. 

Erato was right, though I'll never tell her. I need to rediscover my love for music, I need to use it as my expression not my coping mechanism I did haphazardly when life was becoming stressfull. I needed to do this not just to stop my mother's need for endless tampering in people's love lives but also for myself. Projecting the sounds will just be a plus on the deal I made with Erato. 

"That sounds nice." 

I jump at the sudden voice accidentally pressing all the keys down. I didn't hear anyone coming in, meaning the only other person to come without making themselves known would be... I take a slow breath and then look over my shoulder to my mother who stands by the dinning room table with her arms crossed. 

I narrow my eyes. "Your back sooner than usual. What do you want."

She stands tall. "The truth." I press a single key. "Did you make a deal." I press another key in silence as I ponder how she found out. 

"Did you?"

"Why would it matter?" I mumble pressing another key.

"Why would you do it?"

I presss a plethroa of keys then turn towards her. "Why would it matter if I make deals or not?"

"Because it depends who you made it with."

I scoff. "That's rich coming from you." I bounce my leg. "The woman who will literally make a deal with anyone."

"Deals with humans are simple, deals with Gods are a bit more complicated and I need to know you made one for a good bargain."

"One that benefits you?" I shoot back. 

She rolls her eyes. "Canan, enough of this. Love comes and goes it's natural beings like us aren't meant to be monogamous we live to long to exist that way."

I raise my voice. "The problem is that those are your beliefs your so inclined to them that even if I tell you I didn't make a deal you wouldn't believe me." 

"I'm inclined to my beliefs because they're true."

I sigh. I can't fight her. She's too wrapped up in her own beliefs to understand me or that I just wish to be free from her watchful eyes. I stand up and begin to walk to the door. 

"Where are you going now?" She whines.

I grab my jacket from the entryway closet and grab my keys from a hook next to the front door. "Away from you." I say as I leave through the pristine white door.