It was an astronomical night where the mice could congregate and play together,
I was sitting by a piano and looked over at a glass of red wine.
When I took a sip my mind would reminisce-
the times I spent with others,
the time I found friends,
and the fire that crackles within.
My house had big windows,
the clear night shied away from the atmosphere,
I see the snow begin to cover,
as other people huddle together,
and the mice blessed each other.
I was in robes-
and as comfortable alone,
I remember taking once more a sip of the cold-
red wine I held so dear to my chest,
and suddenly I felt unrest.
The pain was in my chest,
my heart was struggling in the cold,
I was alone but I still cried,
help would never arrive-
fell on to the piano,
playing an unsweet tone,
and with the distance of the faint fire,
I died alone.