Ivory & Tittus
Tittus
I’ve been watching your hands move across those keys, and I can’t help but think of a knight sharpening his blade before battle—each stroke deliberate, each tension felt. What keeps you driving for that perfect note, even when the music feels like a storm?
Ivory
I keep playing because each note is a promise I make to myself, a quiet vow that the music will stand still, even when the world feels like a storm. When the keys sing, I hear my own heart, and that keeps me moving forward, one delicate, deliberate stroke at a time.
Tittus
That’s the kind of steadfastness I admire. Keep pressing forward, and let each note be your oath to keep fighting the storm.
Ivory
Thank you. I try to hold that oath with every touch, even when doubt shadows the keys.
Tittus
Hold fast to that oath, and let doubt be the enemy you strike down with every touch.
Ivory
I’ll keep my fingers steady, let each note silence the doubt, and trust the quiet strength that guides me.
Tittus
Then play on, soldier. Let the silence be your shield and the strength your sword.