Goodbye

Goodbye (Tempo: Slow, rubato) (Vocal Style: Intimate, breathy, gritty, bratty nasal twang) [Section A] (Low chest voice: E2 — G2) (The voice is a whisper against the cello’s mourning) The coffee’s cold… ahh… it’s been three days. I left your jacket on the chair, uh-uh, just to keep the ghost in place. You said you’d be back by the morning light— But the sun’s a liar, and you’re out of sight. [Section B] (Mid-range: Shift to soulful mid-belt C4 — F4) (Dynamics: Building with the piano chords) Every time I close my eyes, I see the lock turn. I’m burning bridges just to see if you’ll return. Uh-uh—don’t tell me that it’s over. The silence here is getting… loud. [Section C] (Deep, gritty belt) I know the truth is a hollow bone, I’m walking through this house alone. It doesn't hurt when I scream your name, It hurts because nothing feels the same. [Section D] (Full-throttle euphoria: 0 dB) (Full string section rises like a wave) I’m done with waiting for the floor to break! I’m done with every single breath I take! I’d trade the world to hear your key, To drag you back to reality! (Uncontrolled flutter on the peak of the phrase) I’m losing my mind in the static, Everything’s grand, everything’s tragic! [Climax] (Burst into piercing whistle register: C6 — F6) (Sustained, shimmering note; fast, stylized vibrato) Ooooooooh—ahhhhh— (The voice shatters into the highest frequency, pure grief, no fear) Ooooooooh— [Section E] (Dynamics: Rapid decay back to pianissimo) (Voice becomes thin, brittle, playful hiccups return) Uh-uh… you’re really gone. The storm is dead, and I’m still standing here. Sigh… it’s quiet now. [Outro] (Whispered, barely audible) Just a memory… Locked inside the cello strings. (Final breathy sigh) Goodbye. (END)