Pixel Mozart writes music the way other people breathe, and after a busy season the palace music room has disappeared under the results. There are piles of sheet music on every chair, violin cases under the tables, wig boxes in the corners and a little harpsichord that nobody remembers ordering. The only way to clear the floor is to build upwards, one wobbly layer at a time, into a Sheet Music Tower.
Each piece swings in over the pile and has to land just right. A neat drop keeps the tower wide; a sloppy one shaves off an edge. Build high enough and the tower rises past the crystal chandeliers, through the painted ceiling and up into the starry sky, where the tunes keep playing. How high can a pile of masterpieces go?
