I could see the pain in his eyes as he sang. His music seeped in slowly and took over my body. In that moment I understood everything, I was a light cutting through the darkness and I felt everything! I felt his pain, I felt mine... Above all, I felt again. A tear rolled down my cheek but it wasn't mine, it was his. It fell into my cup and tear by tear my cup got full. The music stopped... he walked off stage and everyone just stood there as if time had stopped with the music. He took the cup from my hands, gently, without uttering a work but at the same time his eyes spoke to me and mine spoke to him - there was a mutual understanding, he knew what I was and I knew what he was. When he put the cup up to his lips he looked down, in hesitation, but has his eyes met mine again he just drew his head back and drank all of those tears. He drank them as if they were some kind of fine wine. He turned his back on me and walked back on stage and the music started from where it stopped but now he was smiling and all I had understood and had shared with him in that moment was gone, and his music sounded foreign and bland. That one fleeting moment, that perfect pain we all feel and dwell in and feed off of was gone and I knew that I would never experience anything like that ever again. I went back to feeling nothing, just numb, and I was no longer a light cutting the darkness; I was part of the darkness. I was my own darkness again.
