i look at him sitting in his comfortable chair

half-open window

view wandering through two glass panes

gray heair refuses bright moon rays

as to create some elongated halo that runs across his head

folding his hand on his knees

following the rhythm of the song.

eyes closed just a quick spasm of eyebrows in the rush of memories

he sometimes raise his hand to touch his face

to recall how years behind left a trail

song cease to exist as he breathes

and his breath turns into vapor

but no he isnt cold

his body is there but his thoughts

his thoughts are far away in another place

soft wind caressed his face

but he does not feel

and he lets go, memories hug him stronger hand-grip

leaning in the corner of a room

a small patched puppet, he has it in mind

but the body is too tired

sudden mild-wind awakens him

he opens his eyes,gets up raising his head

step quiet step towards a doll

holding to a small cradle,and slowly sites down next to the doll

he whispered soemthing and then closed his eyes

your safe in my heart...