his subtlety was very good , as single notes were played ; he struck them almost carelessly , as though his fingers strayed ; soon his notes grew into song , with peaceful melody , and in a solemn , vibrant voice , he sang this song to me : two days of terror came to pass , the troll in me unbound , and i became a writhing mass of twisted , anguished sound ; it felt as though my world would end before the troll emerged ; that burning , churning , tightening i could not seem to purge ; not a moment passed me by my belly didnt burn ; nor could i ignore the way the finger ever-turned !