RUSSTONE

“Before you. It was silence It was a dead sea on a summers day It was still trees and yellow grass It was music but barely audible It was well rested nights And it was peaceful days No drama, no death, no worries Yet all in black and white With you. It was humming It was gentle waves dancing in the sea It was a light breeze blowing the leaves and wind chimes playing in a perfect melody It was sweet music that made you want to dance It was sleepless nights making love and smiling into pillows And it was magical days No drama, no death, no worries Yet with a whole new spectrum of colour After you. It is chaos It is violent seas that toss and turn sparing no man or woman It is hurricanes and storms that blow down the once standing trees and leave no trace of singing wind chimes It is loud, ear piercing screams that would be music to the devil It is sleepless nights spent crying, screaming and remembering And it is chaotic days that have no end Too much drama, too many worries but not enough of the sweet release of death After me.”