It will come back to Silence

 

Here is the video project I had been teasing for a while. It took me a while because life well as always got to be the way it is.

It took me a while for the edits since I tried some new things as well as the poem was hard to get right. I just hope this honors them in some small way.

Thank you all for your patience and support. It was cathartic and for those who have lost someone as well I hope it offers some respite as well.

Lyrics:

[God, I wish I could play like I used to before the damage to my arm. Just something else I'll never get to show you.]

They tell me that I should just let the pain run its course

That I should let it do what it will do and then let it go.

Lean into the bad so the good will be sweeter.

But does anyone ever know when it's supposed to teeter?

Or what time really does to pain to mitigate its sting?

Because every loss, every time without saying goodbye rings

Every scar that time said it healed. They hurt like open wounds

That makes the pain of every loss seem so real.

You were my friend.

Empty words said to the aether,

a tree falling in a forest with no one around.

If I hurt when I am alone, does it still make a sound?

Is there meaning to the sense of emptiness and

Helplessness that comes with the loss of someone who

Made me the man I am today.

Every life I touch is a credit to you.

Every child I teach is because of you.

Every mentoring I perform helping another

Become something more in this world

Helping them choose to serve others

As the highest form of service one can perform

Is a credit to you.

You taught me.

You helped me.

We stood together in a hell that was the year Covid hit

A year that will live in infamy in my life as the one where

I lost so much to keep what little I did.

You were there.

You understood.

Your smile would bring a renewed knowledge that I was

Not alone.

Now you're gone.

And I am, alone.

I don't blame you for leaving.

I am not angry at you for this at all.

I am seething at the fact that you were taken

From us so soon that you never got to help so many more

I am angry, raging at the universe for saying it was your time

The idea that you finished what you were here to do is a crime.

I miss you and it will never end.

So many others I miss as well, but this one with a renewed sting.

Of so many I will never see again.

And it'll come to silence once again.

It will come back to silence.

Be all mundane once more.

Do I really crave it?

Who I was before?

No.

Ill take your teachings and walk forward into the light

Of a world touched by you. Do so without any spite.

Because in the end it will come back to silence.

And maybe I wont think I miss you anymore.

Believe the beautiful lie that is life

As it moves on like in its silent roar.

But right now I am hurt at the horrid truth.

You are gone.

I am alone.

And someday… you'll be a scar

Like so many before.