February 17, 2006

I stand.
The other dream was shattered,
The other dream still waits..

I cannot think clearly.
I cannot see cleary.

The soft sound softens even more,
The light once bright now dims.

I see no other standing beside me;
I am all alone.

The lights now darken.
The sound now fades.

The stage is bare.
The beat is bare.
I am bare.

The lights are fading.
The sound turns into a whisper.

I close my eyes.

The stage is almost dark.
The stage is almost silent.

Fade out.

A sketch is all I hold.