Ostinato Destino -

It doesn't ask permission. It doesn't change key, doesn't soften its attack. It simply is .

Fine. Ostinato destino is not tragedy. Tragedy implies surprise, a fall from grace. This is something older: a tread wheel, a pulse, a return. It is the knowledge, at age twelve, that your life will rhyme with your parents' lives. It is the phone that rings with the same bad news every third Tuesday. It is the note you keep writing because you cannot write the other note. ostinato destino

Then the ostinato returns — not softer, but deeper. The pianist adds weight. The room vibrates. Now the right hand doesn't fight. It plays the same four notes, one octave higher, in canon. Left hand calls, right hand answers. Both trapped in the same circle. It doesn't ask permission

Above it, the right hand tries to sing.