It started with a sound.
The sound of light ringing bells,
ringing softly in the corner
of their silence.
The girl was the first to hear it,
and broke this silence
of the austere room,
with the harmony of light giggling laughter.
Next were the lights.
The colorful lights,
of blue-green hues,
and sprays of orangey-red neon
that sparked flickers of excitement
in the dimming darkness of night.
Then there was music.
Bells, violins, cellos, and a chorus
of wide smiling carolers,
grinning to the beat of their own drum,
smiling at the happiness they had drunk
And when the clock struck midnight,
there was only the stars,
twinkling in the night,
like things made from hope
and the pure grace
of nothing but joy.
And they felt only the sounds of their hearts beating
beating softly, beating as one
beating to the laughter
suspended in time.
And no one moved.
Not even when the sun came up,
Not even when the music stopped.