The Old City

        The dead are dancing upon the walls, trapped in their old clothes, caged in fading paint that once held celebration. Music was playing and their voices remained ready to sing, yet only silence was their song.


          The lifeless danced upon the old walls of the old city where these muriels of people were forever trapped in a timeless season of celebration. Here the pale-skinned dancers moved to and fro, forever in frozen festivities through songs ceased in a past that's long gone.

            Among the tired buildings they play forever it seems, they dance forever it appears, they sing their silent songs on some side wall somewhere in this town of tales spanning over a hundred years. Looked upon with an active curiosity, questions begin to arise for any inquisitive enough to dare ask them. “Who painted these? Where did the inspiration come from? Did that time REALLY look like that?”. On and on questions wash over the curious as these figures, this event, remain in faithful representation of such a time as then.

        Musing over the historic marker appearing to reach to the skies, one begins to take note of the obvious flaws, the attempts to tell a story of a moment in time way back in time and is left wondering of those long forgotten times. The old muriel still speaking of those old times as though wanting to say, “Listen! I have something to tell worth hearing!”. The old band with it’s tired players still lingers in it’s hauntingly beautiful presence in a town where it refuses to be ignored. The past playing endlessly for any who would stop, hear, and walk away different; how they may walk away different is up to them. In this place the future meets them in our little family passing through, catching their likeness as we live today, here in the old city.

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