Boléro of the Machine Heart

(cellos begin strict bolero rhythm — dry, precise, relentless)

Each measure breathes like a piston.

Triangle strikes once, announcing the cycle.

(high-tuned bass guitar enters, melodic and fluid — echoes of clarinet, human yet metallic)

It sings through the machinery.

The rhythm remains unchanged.

(mellotron strings fade in beneath — wide, static harmony, deep resonance)

The air thickens with overtones,

the machine exhales color.

(cello rhythm intensifies; triangle becomes more frequent; bass melody elongates)

Repetition becomes trance,

motion becomes prayer.

(all layers surge: bass sustains higher register, mellotron fills harmonic field, triangle brightens the pulse)

The rhythm is everything —

and everything moves with it.

(cellos soften, triangle silent, mellotron fades to silence)

The heart slows.

Silence remains mechanical.