Echoes fade...
soft and gradual.
Echoes fade carefully, every resonant swell a little softer than the last so as
not to scare us listening souls, faced with the silence. Harsh silence. Empty
silence. Silence that cuts our ears and screams deep from its hollowing belly.
Silence will surely make us tremble and search blind in the dark. But the
echoes ease our desperation, blending silence with the sound. And it's alright.
The echoes hush our fluttering hearts. Calm as the sound travels further and
further.
What we were echoes
now. I can hear our song getting quieter. We could beat the drums once more,
but neither of us has the heart. The echo urges us to surrender. Listen and
let it ease this transition. Soft and gradual. I know now that echoes fade, but
they never end. 