"And as for the after death thing, I don't know what to think of it other than it must be like the silence after a song ends."
My god, you are beautiful.
What a mind, what a soul-
You say it has weight,
I say it has
A gravitational pull.
I have never met anybody
Who knows that it is a thing like death
Right after a choir sings its last note
And silence descends in full for a moment.
That moment, that exquisite realization of brevity,
Ringing with remembered sweetness
But achingly empty in a way so intense it touches your skin...
When you said that to me,
You became that to me.
That precious, that mesmerizing, that fleeting.
And for the first time, I realized completely
That when death steals the lightning from your astonishing eyes
The rocks, the trees, the sky,
The very heart of this world
Will weep with misery.