Summary

The "me" in the title, I am a high school music club member. My part is the contrabass. Like the deep billow of my instrument, the depression peculiar to adolescence swells within me low and thick, coiling around my body each and every day. The only light is you, a member of the same music club. Your part is the mandolin. As you lead the quintet with your soaring timbre, your presence sublimates the swelling within my adolescent heart.