Cantabile 4-- Crack Now

The crack widened.

The first three movements had been difficult. The Cantabile 1 required him to play a single note for ninety seconds while slowly detuning the string—a falling that never landed. The Cantabile 2 was played entirely on the wood of the bow, not the hair. The Cantabile 3 had no pitch at all, only rhythm: the heartbeat of a dying man, accelerating. Cantabile 4-- Crack

A knock at the door.

Then—the first note.

The fourth minute: the violin's belly split from f-hole to endpin. A thin line of light emerged from the crack—not daylight, not lamplight, but the light that exists in the instant before a migraine. Ilona shielded her eyes. Elias did not. He stared into the crack as if it were a mirror. The crack widened

And he saw himself.