Silence

The sun was high when I finally woke up, the empty and quiet corridor was brimming with sunshine from the open windows. The small specks of dust twirling in the beams of light danced in front of me and each movement made even more aware of the silence.

There was a time where I wished for silence, for just a little peace of mind and room to hear my thoughts. The cacophony of the heavy ivory tiles being skillfully smashed with precision following the music tabs before sunrise were a daily occurrence that made the rooms from the high tower vibrate. The sounds of the city could hardly be heard from the apartment and in turn, the sound of music couldn't reach the streets or the floor under the penthouse duplex.

When the strong notes stopped piercing the walls we guessed he was starting to respect our pleas of calmness in the early morning. When the precise notes started to get offbeat, at first we thought it was just tiredness from routine. Only when the music sheets stopped making sense to him and he couldn't rise the piano cover alone that we finally started to get worried.

From dust we came and to dust we return... When you see someone who once was a giant crumbling and turning to dust while the husk of what he was still stands in front of you, requiring help to breath, walk and think, you notice that the crumbling can erode those outside its reach too.

Now I can sleep until the sun has gone, the halls are empty and silent and the only sound around is stuck in my throat and leaking through my eyes.

This was a prompt challenge from a @mipiano post.

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