It fell silent, and I don’t know when.
The streets lay empty and motionless.
The lights dulled to a deep orange, browned with age and creating a soft numbing image.
I stared and wondered why life had become so dull.
It became a life without a beat, frantically trying to make itself one.
Standing on my hearts porch, started to think and then again I couldn’t stop.
I took a foot off and with the first touch I quickly planted another.
The beats of my feet marched me.
Set me into a rhythm.
My own rhythm.