follow me
down the beaten lane
show a spirit unfazed
by terror and pain
and cry for me




listen
turn a page
unwritten dreams
make memories
and stain
the stretched canvas
again
put your hand against
the colors make them
gather
in motions and leave,
let them
be untouched
departed

missing on your fingers




sound a voice
from within
let fly
notes of temptation, true
those once left
reach out
towards you




listen
I will part
from this world
and I will never
come back


for you
again




moments
left in between
those fingers leave
paintings reduced
now
shine within shadows
well endowed
it might seems
will rip a part
from manuscript to heart
bring
clothed pages
covered in coal and ink
and blackened
try to paint
as dark as
a beating
crush against
make the pages reel
exhort them
trustworthy
to combine
a hidden stage
a solemn play
reveal
an unbroken seal
left unnoticed
still
arrange a set
a piece
unobtrusive
in a final act

let
tangible virtues
portray