"When Chronos Drags His Feet, The Children Are Restless"

Again, we sit and fidget side by side,
Again, we hear nouveau fanfare,
       reminding us with whom our pennies lie
Feet tap and legs shake
Excitement roaring through our veins

(Bruder moves his hands over the keyboard,
       fingers nimble in their flight across the keys
A steady, rhythmic beat is born.

Mein bruderlein is no Debussy,
But today I prefer his song to the silence)

We sit and watch with baited breath
Will it be?
Won't it be?
How many days have gone by?
How many more hours must we wait?
And as Time drags his tired feet slowly through the sand
My bruderlein and I grow restless
(But I so most of all...

Mein Bruder teases me:
"See? I think you've found your soulmates, Shwester-mine"
"Watching it again? You're obsessed!"
"I think you've got a crush, Shwester-mine"
Again and again and again, again, again!
I would protest his heinous claims,
But I vowed never to prove Hamlet right
He is, after all, quite the boaster)

Could it be?
Doth mine eyes deceive me?

When the (seemingly) endless wait is through,
When Old Man Time has arrived and set aside his dusty shoes,
With eyes alight and fixed so steadily, we watch
And a symphony of another kind resounds through the night
And livens that which has lain dormant for far too long.

The players are brazen, but know their pieces well
They stumble a bit, but fail to miss a beat
None better could put on a show

Bruderlein guffaws like a hyena
Inky rivulets of tears wind down my cheeks and drip off my chin
And by the time our duet dies down,
        the duet we sat watching has long finished their show.

Bruder and I sit, still, side by side, stomachs aching and cheeks too sore
We cast miniscule glances at one another--we always know what the other wants
My hand reaches out slowly, steadily--a finger elongated with but a painted nail
        --and drags the mouse over only a weeee bit.....

....and lightly taps "Replay.


---Dedicated to the Game Grumps, who I have been watching religiously since my brother-friend first "innocently" left one of their videos upon my facebook wall. Never have I ever found a channel that has kept me so enraptured! When I watch, I almost feel like I'm right alongside them, watching them play the game (and politely pointing out that they should have "frickin' jumped, dammit! The hell?!" and the sweetly offering answers while they play Jeopardy like "Diana! It's frickin' Diana! Are you kidding me?? What's wrong with you!?).

The point I wanted to convey is that they are artists, perhaps not by the classical definition of art, but artists all the same. Artists want to bring about feeling and emotion in their audience. If you ask for my oh-so-humble opinion, comedy is an art-form and laughter is the most beautiful of music! (And screaming for only the most hardcore of art connoisseurs).