forgotten notes
of a deceitful melody
released in the wind
by an old quivering voice
swinging in space
and taking the shape
of a colourful symphony
remnants of morbid habits
how meaningless now
lyrics once representing the hate
make a toneless sound
a blinding shine of truth
reminded the exploited
dreams of their youth
time is up
for a departing silhouette
but a smile
appeared above his head |