The Heart of the Blue Onions

In a person's life somewhere, sometime, the piper comes to play his pipe. He stands atop the highest mountain, somewhere lost above the skies, positions his fingers, releases a breath of absolution and sprays across the miles of lives and dislocations.
Like wild animals in their burrows, those that hear laughter scurry up to feel the dawn. Those birds lost, scatter away in sheer madness and then there're the blue onions who for a lifetime have only bin capable of covering themselves with scales.
The piper loses himself in his melody and belts out the change.
The sky remains gray and heavy. At the edge of the cloud is rain. Voices rise to confess their disdain, for no one is ever ready to meet their pain. Inevitable however, as the sound serenades, the wind riles up strength undeniable by any and begins to reap the spoil and the gains.
Laaadeedaahdeedahdahdeedaahdaah.
The Blue Onions begin to open even from way beneath the soil, saturated with blemishes. It has surely bin a lifetime and finally a sound though daunting to many seemed to melodically call out their names. The piper's sound was soft yet engaging. Every note touched a scar under the scales. They never knew who they were until he came calling. Calling out lost names. Even though darkness was their noted bedfellow, somehow it felt as though they too could feel the suns' rain. They existed. If that were all to know, that was enough. There was a thump. And another. And so many more, restless beneath mother earth looking for acceptance. Through the long storm and pushing hard through the end of absent pain.
There was a reason the Blue Onions were found at the bottom of all it seemed. A reason they could not hear life's laughter. To hear it one would have to know a life of joy and exist in a world of possible defenses. There would be a sense of consistency and an absolute urgency to remain. Silver linings would uphold darkenening clouds and the sight of the sun would make the soul busy. Change and choices would be apparent and failure would be insane.
For the wild animals scurrying to join in the melody it was as natural as anything. You could see them dancing in exaltation. Not one had a crutch nor needed the elbow of a cane. All was well and had been well worth it. They couldn't wait to have the piper paid.
A wind strong with will and purpose reached under and lifted them up to be applauded and praised.
Still the Blue Onions remained. They were neither that proud nor vain.
Then from the East a stronger wind filled with echoes of confusion and unrest pushed through the earth. It spun unendingly like the unforgiving tornadoes that ask no name and bear no answers to unimaginable pains. It stunk of indifference and roared like a madman running away from a cold and desolate grave. The lost birds few passionately embracing hope for the sight and the sound of the piper was their greatest heartache. They has tasted poison, drank from pitchers of undeniable evils. Forfeited forgiveness to embrace vengeance and enjoyed only spurts of reign. Every wing flapped in urgency to rise but the piper you see knows you so there's no escape. As the wind embraced them there were cries and screams that sounded like the stars and sun were piercing
their veins. The sky turned a pale shade of rose and the empty wings were tossed out of the wind. They fluttered down and disappeared into the surface on the earth's skin.
Still the Blue Onions remained. They were not that caught in the rain.
All of a sudden thunder bounced! Shook! Cracked! The piper began to call out again. The earth began to move as the Blue Onions began to sway. There was a sense of unknowing, with a glare of being aware. A feeling of unrest with a sigh of resolve and reclaim. The numbing hope of survival under their empty stares of existence. The sound of the piper evolved like a floating sheet of silk embracing and seducing their dying scales. The earth continued to move as the Blue Onions began to rage. The soil around became moist as they released unfeeling tears of pain. The sounds of the piper cascaded like an unexpected rush of the rain. There was the maddening sound of gasps as the Blue Onions began to swell and engage. All around there were scales, falling scales each with their own name. Innocence, shame, madness,, pain, trust, rage, joy, disdain, betrayal, hope, hate…… With each scale the Blue Onions became more fragile.
The earth began to tremble as the outpour from the Blue Onions created a wave that rushed across the plains. It pushed them quickly and feriously along while pulling at each scale. Ahead, shone a bright light and they raced along trying to find their place. Suddenly the earth gave way taking all the scales burdened for so long. All that was left was the soft heart of the Blue Onions. That's all that the Piper wanted to reclaim.