Zeppelin

Song. The rumbling purr of love, the steady rumble of danger. The melodious trills of happiness and the somber sonatas of anguish. They mix, they blend, and in his mind, they become the whole. Laughter and the foreboding of church bells, glorious ringing in his mind. He becomes enraptured, obsessed, lost in the tunes and wanting...no, needing to find out so much more. And closer, closer he approaches, and the meaning is so close that he can taste it, singing on his tongue and in his head. Creeping up to it, forcing himself to savour the melody, the harmony.
The triumph.
And all of a sudden, it's not there anymore. The echo is still there...still rings in his memory, but the song, the rhythm, the dance, it's gone. Gone, gone, all gone.
He forces back a scream of utter frustration.