In the distance the darkness can be heard, silent rumblings of days to become nights constant companion.
The artist lay down his brush as vermilion and crimson become red, cobalt and imperial become violet, burnt umber becomes, all.
Each sunset now silently memorized each delicate leaf, recorded each favorite book, reread each shadows, grows.
Once clear becomes haze minute optical changes in perception brilliant o*gasm of light and color and texture. lead once again to shadows for in the distance the darkness can be heard.