The Mute Titan

He watches the world through a haze
Lips forming a gentle smile
Fingers strumming his sitar
Casting a wave of elegant tranquility
Numbing them
Calming them
Harmonious music provided by an angel
A demure, quiet boy with sun-colored locks
And those jade orbs that captivate them
Some say they’re paralyzed by his eyes
Others proclaim he is just too “pretty”

His life was grand
His family was loving
A caring mother
A wild brother
A devoted father
All stolen, broken
Dismantled to never be repaired
He remembers vividly the day they broke
The masked man, his father’s uniform, his trembling mother...