Are you coming soon? It is all about to start. The dusk is lifted on an open stage -
"I'll wait forever and a day" and falling in love with that day you said that, to me.
Two travellers, are they leaving or going? We question motives whether it be aloud or deep inside. There is so much to see and to discover, for our own - despite those having found it before. The river is ever new, so why can't our own eyes be too. A mandolin sings serenades of sweetness and wraps an embrace. "She was such a sweet girl, so gentle in her way". We mourn for the victims of past, present and future. There are so many, we cannot know all their names. The sombre piano enters now and reminds you in reverberating resonance. You are left sat still, slightly slumped, with your shoulders lower - the chip, a heavy weight. It is a visible change the eye can see. Cello of Wisdom plays now and holds your hand like Daddy did no matter how grown up you got. Constantly there and hum drum to the rhythm this path takes you on. Despite the eerie violin harmonium you continue to walk forward. You imagine yourself in a forest and the breeze of sound comes and goes as quickly as it were here. The sudden a cappella of the backing chorus are leaves crunching and twigs cracking. Then the mighty drum swoops in and whisks you away, your knight in shining armour has come. Pandemonium ensues but it always dies away with the slow pianos. Their marriage of sound is sometimes happy. His in contentment, hers shared but they all say the sorrow can be heard in her captivating scale. She is only shades of blue.
Do you ever see so much more colour in sound as there is in the rainbow?
We do our bit, that's meant to be enough. (It never is). Like on the day you said so long ago.
('These things I say are just traces of something')
The invisible band played you out on the deserted stage.
Not ready, not ready, not ready.