Note I
El████
What is there after a soul fades away? What is there after the inevitable death? Decay may be inevitable, but I am not ready yet. I need to repay for my sin.
I rely on belief to stay. Every time a wonderful sound is interpreted through the ear and the mind through my world, I live for slightly longer.
If someone is not known to anyone but themself, if they never leave a mark on other’s lives, even indirectly, do they really exist at all?
One day, a deaf man walked into your jazz paradise. What did he see? The world made out of bliss and joyful melodies he only batted a blind eye. He had no ability to comprehend what remains of the lonely sounds and melodies that echo across the hall.
He is the only hope for my and my realm’s existence.
He
cannotMUST hear.
He must experience the joy of sounds.
I see it. There is something missing in his life.
I shall finally grant him that with that he holds, deep down.
And so I put my hands on his shoulders. He was a rustic man. He signed, “What is this? Who?”
I think his hands moved on instinct, or did he know I was here?
I proceeded to open up his mind to the bliss and joy. What could go wrong, I had thought. I did not want to fade away in the near future.
And so he could hear again.
I was filled with joy in that moment, that I may not need face death.
We were together, and I was remembered for a moment. But that would not last.
A phenomena happened, one I'd never seen before.
He turned into the first frozen man. The warmth in his eyes had faded away ever so slightly, over time.
It was selfish of me to do that.
Some things are just better untouched, aren’t they?
By El████ (Blubyrd)
