Dawning Creations

The whispering echoes

reverberated amongst the wide room

Piano keys softly chimed

accompanied by baritone singing

Outside that room

the tranquil sounds are muffled with laughter and raucous coughing

Soft swishing sounds and a gust of breeze greet you at the doors

and yelling interrupts your calm

Instantly, there’s squirrels chattering, beeping, and honking

There’s wind making branches whine and feet slipping

You’re drifting into autopilot

your thoughts are shifting to drown it out

Distracted, you reach to silence the buzzing in your pocket

squealing tires on frozen pavement jolt you

You want to look up

for a moment there’s red silence

The whispers you remember from earlier

there’s now only screams

You can hear your heart beating

the roughness of your breathing

You can feel the warmth of your spilled blood

and all else feeling cold

The shrieks, just seconds ago loud,

are growing dimmer and fading

You’re holding onto the sound

the precious sound you’ve tried to block out earlier

A blinding light clouds your vision

the sounds are gone

You finally got what you wanted

Stone. Cold. Silence.