As the millennium folded. A change has warmed the day. Even winter has forgotten where it lives. It is time for last farewells. Listen to the dulcet tones of the music Maman. Each note a snowflake of joy. I see your mouth form the words. Itβs shape changing to the melody. But no sound appears. The light from a bright winter moon. Frames your hair like the halo you will get Maman. Not a leaf remains on the garden tree Soon all the silence will befall us. You must go Mamon. To sleep in the silent peaceful dells of infinity. I will await your calls to me. Upon the winds of time. That blow softly in dreams. The stars are snuffing dark one by one Maman. Leaving only darkness here in this room. Where my eyes seek memories of you. That are melting behind the cataracts of my tears.