"Things. Things and strings and strings and wings." He babbled when he wanted to make sense of his life. When he was so deep in his head, only Wolfgang made sense to Wolfgang. He ran his fingers across one of the scribbled papers. He looked at Euterpe with seriousness, but he was in that state of madness that may take a while to wade through.
"I have a secret." He said with a shushing noise, his finger to his lips.