Grief invades.
Slows time.
Waits for the quiet to fall,
To sing its lament.
From the hush,
Distant Reverb.
Felt in body and bone.
Bass gives to melody,
Melancholy in flight.
Swooping and soaring,
Their echo tells,
Of a hollow chest.
Volume fades,
Lights dim.
But on,
On,
On the bass aches.
The rhythm of misery.
