• There is a light. It is a dark light,
    Darker then a pitch black night in a moonless sky.

    There is music. It is a silent music,
    More silent then the free fall of a feather.

    There is a voice. It is a mute voice,
    So mute you can’t even hear the beat of the thumping pulse.

    There is a face. It is shadowed by the dark light in the night,

    The figure of the body walks silently to the beat of an unknown music,

    The person starts to warn us of something but all we hear is silence,
    It is a loud and irritating silence.

    So we ignore it and continue towards the darkness of the light,

    It closes around us, our bodies start to go numb as the person starts to shout,
    But we hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing.

    Are we anything?