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