CaliCoaster

It is the way the rain falls; without care or precision. It just falls. Like the way your hands fell-- inanimate,  while the color drained from your face. And I recalled the day you laid in bed with a half written smile. It was so full of stories, things you never shared, things I wanted to know about the world out there. Where the waves crashed against the boulders and the sea salt stung your face. You never told me about how the wind whistled in your ear of promise and adventure, nor how the sky, in its vastness, foretold the future. You were so young when you started. Just a boy who didn't know any better, just knew that he had a calling.

It was late. The clock dolled out a faint reminder. 1... 2... A.M. Beneath its ancient rolls of sweet vibrato ringing throughout the walls of the home, plucked a man at a piano. He paused, taking in the serenity of the clock that so long kept his insanity in check. The stillness kept a quiet reminder as he leaned over to a cloth nearby to take a deep inhale. One second, two seconds, three seconds. The release was met with a roll of the eyes, a quick shudder and a glossy look at the score before him-- half written. So he started from the top, as if a strangely new epiphany came over him. No longer was he dim, his entire body danced with a g