2021.6 Web

It’s the precision.
Moonlight stepping strand to strand
delicate as	her hands deft on the keys
dark glitters on the edge
the edge of	hands gather notes like a
	“Charmed to meet you.”
	“Where did they dig you up?”
exhaustion saws at the edges of him	Smiles
He is soft-ragged, a breath
Moonlight like a sarabande
Strands echoing in
Where?
It’s dark and there’s only his breath
but there’s a tune somewhere beckoning
why?	“They should have left you there”
This isn’t my story	tell your own
kind	“I’m not kind. I’ve never been
	heartbeat dropping heavy through his ribcage into his guts	“What did she say?”
Nothing.		There’s nothing here.
It’s been days.	How long has it been?
Time is snatches of breath between
Sleep doesn’t		“I’m sorry.”
	“I won’t give up. I
Can’t see anything but	you.
There’s dust now.	“You know what they say about dust”
Dusk was her time
Shifting between states
But it’s night now.
The precision mocks him again, all straight edges in unfiltered light	“Say it again! Say those words!”
	Face screwed up like.
	“Face it, I’m no-one’s idea of
Heaven
His laugh caws from him, splatters down among the straight lines	Destination unknown.	“Dehydration, in the end. Simple. Well, not simple.”
		“Why didn’t he say anything?”
It’s funny, really.	“Now, there’s a word with a lot of meanings.”
Always.
He tries to cough. There’s nothing but himself.
Pain is a distant thing. He Drifting.		“Nothing to be done.”
Caught.	Diminuendo.	“I’m sorry.”
	You said that already.
DC al Fine

This came from the Day 6 prompt, but that’s all I can tell you, as I pretty much just wrote the images as they turned up while listening to the playlist, then arranged them like this.

Image from Smart News; I've not been able to find an attributed source.