It's almost evening
my hair still looks like morning
a long nothing day

The dance is almost
like a long summer over
there's just a portrait 

The end seems to be
falling slowly to a ground
my decomposing

I still feel the sun
on my wings who flew away
there was no goodbye 

Even the silence 
will have a color that rhymes 
so you can sparkle 

Your old skin dying 
you cling to the source of life 
till it will   leg go

Floating in the air
Like a hanging Madusa
only wind moves you

Reaching the last time 
my old hand closes still holds 
the colors fading