Music of Before

It is a sharp color you cannot miss. It swiftly drains all hope and bliss. The color suggests a time long lost. Its soul weary from life’s heavy cost. The same life that was once anything but blue, but was vivid and bright and shiny and new.

He is aged and faded to a dull light blue.

He is tired and jaded, far from brand new. His bony hands, strumming for all of forever, old, forgotten tunes ought to be heard never. Those sunken eyes, remembering yesterday, once again lost in the music of today.

His clothes are ragged and severely torn They just barely shelter a soul severely worn. Poor in both spirit and in wealth, he is a broken old clock, who is trapped in time himself. His feet were once stood on and once his own, but now remain bare, tired, and alone.

The chocolate guitar endured changing times like no other. She did it all without dulling in color. Seemingly clueless of the blues all around, she sings and sings through the bad times and through the profound. Her music is beautiful in a time of darkness and distress. She remains young but is timeless no less.

There is a shadow that is filled with secrets, darkness, and lies, and it slowly engulfs the music and the man with the sunken eyes. Its intentions continue to be unclear, yet somehow the gruesome call of death seems to be near. It is as though the dark shadow is on a mission, like a hungry, scavenging dog seeking nutrition.

There is a window that displays the rest of humanity, both busy and distant, humming the tune of insanity. This outside world has changed so much, forgetting yesterday’s tunes and their timeless, treasured touch. But if one stops their rush to look in, even from afar, they would finally see the blue man and hear his guitar.