Noisy as a rapturous crowd, aerial as the flight of an albatross, this is the subtle breakdown of a powerful breath of life.

My friend is dying and I can do nothing. I am not prepared to let him flee.

The crowd goes wild, the hit is good, adrenaline is diffused in our bodies, we are an unclear part of our former self in this world, so connected and integrated. I move, we dance, they argue, he hesitates, we are all gathered to share the buffet of the outrageous and incisive conductor.

Noisy as a rapturous crowd, aerial as the flight of an albatross, the light nourished by the fire of our hearts goes imperceptibly.

Tomorrow, my friend leaves. I already miss him. However, I am aware that I can do nothing. Our hearts are in madness, panic and demanding fervent, harmonious and united attentions. Notes might become semiquavers, pianists might play in minor instead of major, the powerful magic of this world do reign over our consciousness. Though the music fades. It is the start of another dance.

For your carefulness all this time, thank you my friend.

I will never forget you.