Tom

As twilight turns to a darkened sky.
Violet clouds gather together in one connection point.
and, the last rays of the days sunshine is spent.
Specks of diamond are dampened through the screen of the night.

On a high brick wall a man of youthful beauty sits.
His hands clenched upon a darkly glossed instrument.
Pale is the skin and, a brilliant illuminescence are the eyes.
Finest in the world are his garments colored dark.

Music pours from the stringed instruments as the crimson fluid glistens from his brow.
Music rushes down the sides of the wall in tidal waves.
And, flows down the valley like a river to the twinkling villa.
To the multi colored lights soaring upward in tiny blasts.

His mind fluttered upward into the clouded sky along with the notes of the sweetened music.
flying atop the lightly swirling wind.
Carried to the four corners of the world for all to hear.
Giving the earth a new aura.

Percussion beats from the heavons to the earth.
Filling in the notes in perfect harmony.
White light flashes from cloud to cloud.
Warm water washes away the crimson from his face.

As the drumming becomes louder the sweet music stopped.
The twinkling lights went black
The beautiful musician disappeared as if he melded with the shadows.
And, the world became a little darker.