Song of The

Follow me, then, to the roads of gold and the rivers of platinum.
The water can rush over our faces as we bathe in the moonlight.
I have never heard this voice in me before.
I have never felt this voice before.
It can change all the background noise that consumes our ignorant souls.
Hear the silence for once and let it flow in and out.

It was the saddest moment of my Life.

I walked into the room with small difficulty, my elevation was not normal and I had trouble walking and keeping my balance. The old, fragile woman resting in a chair set her gentle eyes upon me as I scuffled by. The task made me uneasy.

Although I sat agog anyway, and burrowed myself into the cold, uncomfortable chair. The atonal music soothed my absent mind. The jacket engulfed me.

That is when I glanced up to see the windows and wondered who was on the other side. I could feel the presence behind the red tint but couldn't see it. I heard everything that was going on.

I sat in a trance in the hall, the giant pipe organ silently intruded into my space. What is beyond those windows in that parallel life? What do those masses of energy believe in? Yet another simplified form of connection and faith (god)? Another facade of consciousness? The only problem is the differences in belief, the changes in illusion.

It was the saddest moment of my life.