• Cloud-capped violins
    dressed in ashen dreams
    swaying, longing,
    ever so gently fading
    by the motionless hands
    of yesterday's verdant gleams
    for you have drifted away,
    so, so faraway,
    leaving only a Plutonian void behind
    where crystal serpents of dismay grind,
    silencing the lulling mazes of my life
    with their foamy cascades of strife