All the music in my life is gone.
I’m no longer moving and the dance floor is empty. So too are all my thoughts.
The meal is free but I’m no longer hungry.
The lights are dim, my legs are weak and they don’t dance anymore.
Empty is this life from where we all must die.
Cloudy evenings descend into smoky moon-lit nights. Looking above to the scattered diamonds, I wonder where have I gone?