The death mask
Of the dying artist
As ghosts fill
The empty room
Memories now
Tied to tears
The leaving
Is too soon.
Characters from
The pages merge
With angels
Quiet smiles
Wings unfold
In readiness
To take flight
Upon the stairs.
Outside
The violent storm
Shakes shutters
In the wind
The lashing rain
Vents its anger
Soon the judgement
Of his sins.