(Sad violin plays) The sound of keys falling is heard
Sad violin plays on
Shadows play on the wall, reflected off the forgotten muted TV screen
The violist plays on, too lost to care, as the first tear falls
The wailing violin an extension of herself
The medley of violist and violin carries on into the night, endless
‘I stare at my reflection in the mirror, why am I doing this to myself?
Seeing is deceiving……………..
There it goes up in the sky, forgotten for no reason why
I can’t cry hard enough’
Light plays across the living room, reflections bouncing off each other
The piano joins the wailing violin
They both meld with a vengeance, dripping with painful eternal promise
Promises of broken beauty and hope
Hello world, have I been dead all this time?
Why do I feel cold as steel?
The cold fingers of dread wrapped around my soul squeeze the life out of me
I fall on my knees
The dream was there, but I forgot what living was
I left life at my front door every morn
Sad violin plays, and the miracle is peeking, just waiting
But Violist and violin are trapped, sinking deeper and deeper into a bottomless pit of oblivion
Fear and tears blur vision, instinct only a memory
It is morning, and as the remnants of dew fade, the petals are parted by invisible hand
She remains immobile, the sighs of the violin have long faded,
The silence echoes, so trapped is she, she won’t hear, won’t feel the gun shot when fired
Oblivious to the blood oozing from her chest, vision impaired she gropes about in the darkness
Relief from the pain is an intrusion, she’d rather go on hurting because now that is more comfortable
‘Better than nothing’ voice fading she whispers weakly
But the miracle lingers, waiting only to be acknowledged
And the voice whispers, so strongly, ‘ I just thought you should know, I never left. I have always been here.
Here, ( he holds out his hand) let me help you up