Vagary noir

The conductor signed away

The last note 
Amidst the air.

He could feel the 
Feverish death-masked perdition. 
He never believed 
Such a crash could hurt.

A mere fall—
A quick cruel twist that turned the world 
Horizontal—a jolt to the fragile neck.

The black pool of life left him. 
Simple—with its very own frigidity, 
The world stuttered 
To a sudden stop—

And our song began.

Dale Chou
2003-03-22