My poems fade as flows of time 

Tear apart my withered state 

The written words no longer rhyme 

A broken soul, the paper torn 



Letters that once made up words 

Don`t have a meaning anymore 

Carried away by nighttime birds 

A blank page left to die 



The songs I wrote fade with the wind 

As the wheel of ages turns 

The muses once upon me grinned 

But now they speak no more 



Notes that made up melodies 

Distort into disharmony 

Like a ghost that swiftly flees 

And vanishes as daybreak comes