Slowly it crept

becoming softer

hardly noticed

time flowed on

silence grew unnoticed

Life continued, but

with less color

the rainbow growing faint

edges disapearing

a shadow of itself

Yet it was not noticed

or missed, though life

less vibrant

Suddenly a change came

with clicks, scratches, and pops

Whispered voice heard

the sound of a page turning

A fan spinning and curtain flapping

voices of birds, high and loud

As if the rainbow were suddenly bright