1:46 to 2:09 (Part 3)

See, "Sonic Embrace," for Part 4.

Fey behemoth's unearthly rampage makes his knees buckle.

They can spell out his dreams with no mention of the past;

He strikes lightly, from the days of his life.

Nimble fingers stream across the page.

Unfurled color leaves, rounding sterling edges,

Perfecting the moments' trembling rites.

Shaking lives to new positions beneath his palm.

Swings his guitar when he imagines how we'd face; 

How she felt.

Pulls his hand away to create the breath she'd take.

He can share the sounds we'd built.

Walks to the crowd as he thought through the city

We never explored.

Examines drowned riffs along weeping streets.

Animates in time with blast beats to his back.

At this beautiful distance

From the shattered body of the colossus.

We're holding hands beneath his paintbrush light.

Author's Note

Pretty Standard by The Experiment Perilous (they're only on myspace...you'll know the part of the song I'm thinking of). The Drug by Theophilus London.