By Eric Williams, MD
Needle-less turntables revolve
Aborted waves no longer reach the shore to break against the rocks and splash their refreshing spray against my face and wash gritty sand between the toes of my feet
Where words and thoughts flowed with ease
Where people with storied lives walked with me daily
Silence!
The pendulum swings but the clocks do not chime
The clapper no longer strikes the crown bow
Time passes...
But words they do not come
Silent piano keys struck, again and again
First with measured fingered tips
then...
Pounded with fisted hands
Searching for sound
Birds which sung with marvelous melody
Flowers which smelled so fragrant
in fields of unimaginable color
Have greyed and lost their song and their luster
The drums have lost their rhythm
Breath has lost its air.
