A note has been lost

A note has been lost.
We do not know the compass nor the scale,
but the work dissolves towards the west like an arrow brushed by a feather as it passes.

A line has strayed.
We do not know the figure nor the picture but the image is herded towards the margin like a festival into whose center a black fruit falls.

A color has been wiped out.
I do not know know in what zone or what would but this irreparable almost nothing is a wound in everything forever.