Silence was one of only two sounds he knew well.
The other was a simple composition that he did not like but could not refuse.
It reminded him of his heart.
That place deep inside he had forgotten about long ago, where he had once found peace.
He held back his emotions and though they constantly threatened to consume him, he was more than what they could encompass.
But he was growing weak, and weary.
He had fought these things for too long, and the reason, ever more dim, was fading from view.
A single solemn note drifted gently through his mind, and it struck the chord of a memory he dared not to remember.
But memories do not choose when to surface, and he felt just once more the pain he had hid away so very well.
He couldn’t bare it, not again, so he shut himself off from the world, stealing only meager glances into the daylight.
And at last, when he could hold on no longer, those unforgiving feelings overtook him, and tears once again flooded the face no one would ever know.
Burning all over, he could not tell what was happening, but he cried until the tears would flow no more.
He could no longer fight his heart.
It ripped at him and he suffered it’s merciless slings.
He screamed louder, but he couldn’t hear himself over that single bittersweet melody he knew all too well.
He hung his head low,
As what few tears he had left fell to the ground, but no sound could be heard.