I In the Stillness In the stillness of the midnight, in the gutter of a street, beneath the buzz of a neon facade, an actor weeps.
I In the Stillness A few steps in will take us past the wet side walk, the painted mask. Then, some velvet steps into the heart of the matter.
I In the Stillness And the heart of the matter is -- there is no heart. For when the magic shadows depart and the sugars wash away, it's just a garish, silent cabaret.
I In the Stillness In the quiet times when distraction fails, there is the voice of the worm. In the shadow times, there is the chant of the worm -- a mocking call with words not clear. Is it 'Fool' or 'Fail' or 'Fall', we hear?
I In the Stillness Feed it lest it gnaw within! Drown it out, and fill the void with passions, possessions, obsessions, reasons, and lives. Feed it, lest it find the marrow! In the quiet times, when distraction fails, there is the bite of the worm.
II In the Stillness Golden plaster ornaments adorn the actor's elements, held aloft on pillars, white and black. While red and black, the aisles lead back to other times.
II In the Stillness Lesser lives entwined in his, the lesser lives of friends and wives, are nailed aloft -- part of the cost paid in red and gold, portrayed in black and white.
II In the Stillness Other times -- yes, golden times -- as pictures, plaques and poster signs, as framed events, are hung upon the walls throughout the halls. In the quiet times when distractions fail, there is a fear of the worm.
II In the Stillness A priest in search of icons lost, he walked the stations with his cross. Stations lost as lessons, saved as passions, to hush the silence. Oh, there were better times than this; days with wonders, yet to come to this. Times of great promise, when promises were believed.
III In the Stillness He stands enrapt before a face, drawn fine and fair in maiden grace, with passions -- then alive -- within her eyes. He feels her wistful smile for one more while.
III In the Stillness "Oh my love, the stars above invite us into another world within our own. Flickering beams and twilight dreams shall guide us on a portal pathway, ours alone.
III In the Stillness And I shall be your Captain in the moonlight, and you shall be my mate upon the way. And we shall cross, entwined, enwreathed in starlight, and we shall weave the wonder of our days."
III In the Stillness "And Oh! my love, I gaze on you in hunger, and Oh! my love burns strongly with desire. Stormy fate cannot abate or sunder flames of love drawn from eternal fire. And on your hand, a golden band shall long bind thee to me, for Oh! my love is strong."
IV In the Stillness And, here she was when summer soared, "Two for the road in a rag-topped Ford". A loving look, a soft straw hat. This-and-that and this-and-that.
IV In the Stillness To have, to hold, to keep a while. In lust, in love, in debt, in style. A hundred lies were lied that he might rule. A hundred lies were lied to keep her fooled.
IV In the Stillness In the quiet times when distractions fail, there is the howl of the worm. In the shadow times in-between events, in the black times when the sobbing winds through the house, it is the turn of the worm.
IV In the Stillness Oh, there were better times than this -- days of wonder yet to come to this, back when he could cast his spells upon her, forming her a tower brick by brick.
IV In the Stillness Bricks made of stories, and storeys made of bricks. Each shaped to fix the needs of a moment, and then sheared across some grain of truth. Around and 'round the storeys grew, like a wishing well seen from the bottom.
IV In the Stillness But the thrill of the chase never left him, it seems. For the love of his life and the life of his dreams was never enough to fill the rows and the aisles with sceptered scenes and raptured smiles.
IV In the Stillness So she sought for a passage unguarded by stone, and she longed for a life and a freedom once known. Or a way far-away, or a knight for a day, with a fragment of song all her own.
IV In the Stillness In the quiet times, when distraction fails, there is the truth of the worm.
V In the Stillness "I watch you, but not enough; I can't be sure. I tell you time and again how it should be. I give you a bit less space, so you're secure.
V In the Stillness I love you, to toe the line, to come to me. I want you, so lay down here to comfort me.
V In the Stillness Possessed, obsessed, what's mine makes me. I will, you won't, or else you'll see. You still crave love, I give you all. I am that love, I make that call.
V In the Stillness I own, I have, you are, you can't. My will, you won't, or else descent. Forgive, obey, believe in me. My plan for your security.
V In the Stillness And you are mine. And you were mine. Mine. Me. I.
VI In the Stillness In the stillness of the midnight, in the gutter of a street, beneath the buzz of a neon facade, an actor weeps. The stillness of the midnight hours is a song wherein a soul was lost; part of his cost, paid in red and gold.
VI In the Stillness His last retreat is the dirge of the worm. His finger tightens. ... fade to black and night. /TKT