Goodbye, Mr Storyteller

Composer: Andrew Digrius Performer: Sebin Son Goodbye, Mr. Storyteller. We miss you already. Navigating us to the depths of our imaginations that we weren’t sure existed. Ferrying us across waterways of wonder. Guiding groups, gilded with giddiness, grasping at glorious tales. The telling of tumultuous sojourns. Silence. Goodbye, Mr. Storyteller. You will be sorely missed. We need your thunder voice. A conductor of thought trains taking tots, teenagers, and taxpayers alike through a menagerie of meaningful moments. Flying forward. Careening carefree. Veering past vistas. The desert on either side. Maybe a forest of furs, fully engulfing the foreground. Glimpsing at the fledgling fairies filling in the fringes of the negative space. Delivering dialog between the seen and unseen. Molten hot machinery manufacturing our demise. The smog from smokestacks atop skyscrapers sabotaging soaring ships. Silence. Silence. Goodbye, Mr. Storyteller. We need you. Who will remind us of the hidden truths we choose to forget? You’ve always used the palate of human creativity to craft captivating chronicles. To subvert the blatant and bolster the subtle. Art is gone. Light is gone. Hell, love is lost! Yet, this despair is only just a stop on your train albeit not OUR final stop. It’s a part of this eternal book demanding to be read. Love lost is love found and remembering you is, in itself, its own story, which lives on. Always. Silence. Silence. Silence. Goodbye, Mr. Storyteller.