Encore

complete silence as the orchestra had finished the symphony and final applause and salutes had brought down the curtain but the director still staged tunes in the theatre of her mind the cembalo envied the drums and the heartbeat got faster as she mastered the triangle and trumpeted a simple refrain sadly she had become stone deaf but was able to hallucinate ‘my truth my perception distorted reality but vigor nevertheless’ she had not left the stage when her cognition was at its best now rather demented she managed to see clearly the trap door bestowed by old age and the dubious benefits of longevity lucidity had become feeble and fading enlightenment a curse a purveyor of unwanted surrender and distractor from death yet when her drapes drew closer she tore off her masked Self sang revolutions pulled the trigger and went out with a bang 6th August 2020