an old maestro, weary
leading an orchestra
of fading colors
painting orange melodies
on the sky
like the final song
never finished
a trembling note
and I
just a forgotten tune
sinking
into the shadows of night
a silent violinist
bowing strings of quiet
across the sky’s canvas
never whole
of dreams that cracked
before they could be real
are notes gone astray
my white hair
melodies cut short
midway on the journey
dots on a forgotten score
flickering far
silent in a harmony
untouched
for the conductor to complete
a symphony
that never ends
with eyes full of sorrow
seeing eternity
as a symphony
never played
the final note
held too long
but never reaching
its conclusion
into silence
as the orchestra
struggles on
without end
