Do tell me what you think will happen next. This is part one of the tentatively titled Music!Verse I have in mind.

It is nighttime in December. The stars twinkle.

Alfred Jones lies on the road, bleeding to death.
He's a twenty two year old man and music is his passion. In fact, behind all the benumbing pain, he can describe his body's condition. Dissonance. His systems are going haywire; they are failing.
He is on the verge of death.

He is on the verge of death and he has no idea why.

He hasn't been hit by a car and he hasn't been mugged. His scarf and coat are gone and the blood all over him has solidified into a dark, disgusting substance he wants to scrub off his skin, so he can pretend that this has never happened, that he was never lying on a road, staring up at the stars, dying.
He feels as if he's no longer connected to his body and yet, he's never felt more alive. What dissimilitude.
His vision tunnels in and out. He doesn't like that. He wants to stare at the pretty stars and wonder if anybody, other than Matthew and Mr. Edelstein, his music teacher will miss him.

Brilliance always walks alone, Mr. Edelstein had said. That's why his wife Elizaveta had left him.

He's begun to choke on his breath, lungs giving up. The crisp air's like daggers in his throat.
Then, something touches his hair and he smells pine forests and…something warm. There's a shadow over him, a face in dark contrast with midnight blue and white pinpricks of light.

A hand slips under his shoulders and his knees. He is being picked up. His head falls back, over the arm around his shoulders and whatever little blood in him rushes into his head. The dark road continues on forever, blending with stars, sky and trees on both sides, rushing towards horizon and infinity.
He draws one last breath and sees no more.