Playing her
melody she
plucks each
string in a careful
manner:

She can see an shadow  
mimicking each move
made the reflection
that sits behind her
cutting the fine tuned
strings with her dagger

Her song keeps looping
in the background
but comes to the
grinding end.  

She could not hear
her song, the melody
the words that once
came together.

It became silent

Her heart loops
beats stops
the song of her life
falls incomplete
she falls into
a coma
death's
sleep