(His POV): I sit in my empty house-not empty of stuff, but empty of people, empty of music. I can't remember the last time I played.
I think of her.
She was the last time I loved. And really, my last best chance, even though I always assumed I'd have more. More time to connect. Always more audiences to face, until there weren't any more.
And then, there is this SILENCE. This LOSS of music. I mean, I can play a cd or the radio. But I DONT SING anymore, and I don't know why. My whole life has been about practicing, like exercise, which I've done well for most of my life. But, like exercise, I don't have the energy for it,
Funny, how your body, mind and spirit fade away slowly, almost without you even noticing it. until you can't look yourself in the face anymore. Especially when you realize you probably have at least another decade or two of your life sentence.
You can go for a VERY long time without speaking to anyone, and it occurs to you that you probably will.
I think of her.
She was the last time I loved. And really, my last best chance, even though I always assumed I'd have more. More time to connect. Always more audiences to face, until there weren't any more.
And then, there is this SILENCE. This LOSS of music. I mean, I can play a cd or the radio. But I DONT SING anymore, and I don't know why. My whole life has been about practicing, like exercise, which I've done well for most of my life. But, like exercise, I don't have the energy for it,
Funny, how your body, mind and spirit fade away slowly, almost without you even noticing it. until you can't look yourself in the face anymore. Especially when you realize you probably have at least another decade or two of your life sentence.
You can go for a VERY long time without speaking to anyone, and it occurs to you that you probably will.
