Vines for veins, pumping
the bitter taste of a bad wine...

Warm to the
throat, I...

I am in the fragile reflection looking back at...
as you run your slightly pressed fingers...

Un-rolling parchment from a skeletal rod...
I glance upwards for the last time...

When you look at me,
I own a childish smile...

Music;
The food for your soul...

It's what kept your mind strong,
When your body became week...

Concentration is no longer needed.
As I drift through the hours of my days...

Love me, as my hair turns white,
unconditional is the...