The Time I Spoke With Death
I recently watched a German musical called Elisabeth and there was a character meant to be Death (Der Tod) and that got me thinking, what if during my open heart surgery I spoke with Death? I wasn't going to die (obviously), but I was closer to Death then usual. So I wrote this piece inspired by that, a conversation with Death that I don't remember. It's a slightly heavy topic, but I tried to be as lighthearted about it as possible. This isn't about dying, more about knowing Death as a friend and not being afraid. Note: this isn't supposed to be Der Tod specific, just Death in general. There was some inspiration but I tried to be as vague as possible. I think Death looks different for each of us, mine just happens to be a handsome person in velvet haha I find myself sitting in a chair. Everything is grey clouds around me. To my left is a window, a large gilded gold frame filled with thick glass. It's twice as tall as me and twice as wide, filling my entire view....