"afterlife'll be funthe waves of sound wash over you. filling up your heart and calming your soul. Watch as he plays. Swaying to the phrases of musical sentences that float off the page. His heart sings to you as he smiles with the notes. Feel the passion that radiates from his glowing skin. Free, in his own world, that he is trying to convey to you alone. Jubilant and majestic, he marches on melting into a sweet tune. Dance because he is with you. Let the melody overwhelm as the emotion intensifies. into pain. and sorrow. The expression changes into a despairing face. Let the tears overflow. Those memories the author wrote so long ago revive through...him. Faster. Accelerate from blue to firey red. Flame and hate. The hurt and excruciating agony in the nights explode. Under the same stars... accelerate and...
I'll be like WHAT UP G-----SUS
and he'll be like WHAT UP BRO HOME DAWG
yeah"
slow down. The air cools so walk with me as time slows to a tired pace. And he remembers as he opens his eyes. The waves wash back and the smile returns but with a touch of tears...sadness echoing in his sound.
stay still. And listen. While the grandfather plays his haunting melody of sorrow.
