Disharmony

	My poems fade as flows of time
	Tear apart my withered state
	The written words no longer rhyme
	A broken soul, the paper torn
	Letters that once made up words
	Don't have a meaning anymore
	Carried away by nighttime birds
	A blank page left to die
	The songs I wrote fade with the wind
	As the wheel of ages turns
	The muses once upon me grinned
	But now they speak no more
	Notes that made up melodies
	Distort into disharmony
	Like a ghost that swiftly flees
	And vanishes as daybreak comes