Cold blank stare
Of a painting
I am faced with;
It flakes away,
It cracks, it peels.
It falls to the ground like snowflakes!
The snowflakes of your stare, so icy cold,
Rip into the heart but don’t take hold.
Do you hate me?
Do you love me?
Well that’s not fair!
You just sit and stare;
Shower me with cold snowflakes.

Do you sit and
Pluck the petals
From your flower?
I love him not:
We love him;
We love him not!

Your flower has run out!
What’s going on inside the stone heads?
Where did you find that hidden petal
When the performance was over?
The blizzard’s over!
With your hidden petal
You love me.
You love me.
The blizzard’s over,
You love me!

To a smile bewildered gaze,
To a sparkle in the eye,
What is your reaction?
Is there any reaction?
What about reaction?
Not snowflakes!
No snowflakes!

The painting fades
As I sit in my own elation.
We play for our own
Self-satisfaction.
Throw your snowflakes if you will:
They just melt
To water.
Water’s wet,
And wet dries.
It’s dry.
I’m dry.