At the End

He sat in the chair, gazing across the ocean of piano keys. There is a sound; a single sound, as of the scratching of voices slowly eating through the floorboards. Flashing eons of lights and stars had passed overhead; glowing orbs burned the skin from his bones, but always in silence. Now there was sound! It was like that of a single note, the ominous hum in the pit before the show- the sound of darkness... anticipation. It grows closer, and it splits! A symphonic medley wraps slowly around his toes and begins to climb upwards; it grasps at his calves - picking up speed as it goes. As it climbs through him his blood flows with it, gaining speed, forcing his frail heart to the point of breaking; it pushes past. The ecstasy shoots down his arms in bolts- it is no longer a sound but orchestral movements, convulsions of beauty compacted into mere moments - an indescribable and awesome experience. In a second it is gone, taking him with it to join in the movement - forever.