Solid black design of a heart formed by a treble clef and a bass clef, with the bass clef's two dots on the right, on a white background.

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Treble and bass clef heart design

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A solid black silhouette of a heart made by merging a treble clef and a bass clef, with the treble clef's curl at the top left and the bass clef's two dots at the right. The shapes are filled with flat black ink and have smooth, unshaded edges. The design is shown in isolation on a plain white background, with no body or skin visible.

Heart Treble clef Bass clef Music Musical notation

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You reach the edge of Hollin Wood just as the bell at St Oswin's finishes its third stroke, and you know from the wrongness in the air that the birds have stopped singing in their usual key. Your uncle's tuning fork sits in your coat pocket, cold against your ribs. Mrs Pell at the lych gate told you the beeches had gone sour since the frost, and she said it the way people say a child has been poorly.

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The clearing lies where the path bends round the old oak. Two beech trunks lean together there, grown so close their bark has knitted into one curve. Long ago someone cut a treble clef into the left trunk and a bass clef into the right, so that when the wind swayed them the marks met in the middle like a heart. Now the carvings have swollen and split, and the sound seeping out from between them is a low hum, flat as standing water.

You kneel, strike the fork on your knee and press its stem to the bark. The note goes into the wood and does not come back. You try again, and this time a blackbird on the hawthorn answers a semitone higher. The hum drops, climbs, and settles, and the two trunks groan apart by the width of a hand.

Walking home you keep humming the note under your breath. At the gate Mrs Pell is waiting with her hands folded, and before you can greet her she asks whether the wood would mind if she brought her piano to the edge of it, because her husband used to play it and she has not been able to hear the old tune since he died.