He heard the brass ring,
‘though the bell was gone…
watching silent musical notes,
dance upon frozen his breath
He smiled…
Then picking up a smooth glass rose, His still rose
they wandered…
a witness, a man with a torn brown jacket followed…
Stopping at a shop window, there a painting leaned...
baby bubbles hovered his lips…
A hand painted family gathered around a rose, like his
He reflected about his own family,
remembering he was once an artist too.
He smiled…
and quickly moved away,
the follower had returned, covered with tattered clothes
Through the window, a mirror hung
He smiled...

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