“The first track still almost swings. High hat and snare, even/A few bars of sax the stratosphere will singe-out soon enough.” – Tracy K. Smith, “The Universe: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack”
The day the universe ended was an ordinary one. It was a Wednesday and all the people were at work who enjoy that kind of thing, and the others who did not were passing time in exchange for a paycheck. Mothers were minding their children along with fathers who recently began doing the same thing. Musicians played their final songs, unbeknownst to them. Artists drew their last stroke, poets wrote their last line. Dogs scratched their last flea. Cats caught their last nibble. Birds sang their last song, insects twitched their last antennae, bacteria populated their last host. The whales blew an exhaled kiss, the dolphins leapt a farewell arc. Polar bears waved goodbye. Otters washed their furry paws one last time.
Soon enough it was over and the lights went out. Someone locked the door.
And then the music came on. High hat and snare, a few bars of sax.