It opened with the wailing sound
of a guitar,
the strings cutting through the silence.
Followed by the intense beat of the drums,
starting softly, only to grow to become loud,
almost unbearable.
His voice, scratchy, sang of something fallen, something failed,
Of the one he had once loved
pushing him down on his knees,
taking him beneath, to dark depths
slowly devouring any sanity withheld.
And they listened,
wondering why they could feel his ache
within their own hearts.
Then, the end, proclaimed by that same guitar,
crying for quiet, for sanity, for sense
for a love only imagined.