The echo of a heartbeat
Quiet, still
A peak on a monitor, a beat on a drum
Nothing more than a whisper…
Yet it holds us
Our past, our present, our future
Courses through our fingertips
Hums inside our chest
It screams and cries
It laughs and loves
Breaking, healing, living, breathing
Silently…
We hear only a beat
We do not hear what it carries
The secrets held deep within the scars of a tortured heart
The treasures captured from the beauty of sunlight
The love between two strangers that will manifest only in their dreams...
The heart captures it all
A picturesque polaroid
Painting a scene of love, loss, and beauty
That cannot be seen, but can only be felt
Felt in every thrum of a heartbeat
Felt in the tune of its ceremonious drum
…
Yet one day, it must end
The curtains close, the performance over
The stage thick with silence
It resonates
Cutting through the air
Still drumming in the hearts of the viewers
Until all that is left
Is the echo of a heartbeat