Mirror, Mirror, About To Fall

I wave my left hand,
I'm left-handed, you know.
And, as if it was planned,
The person copies, hand moving to and fro.

I raise the other, mimicking a puppeteer,
Guiding unseen figures across the stages of happiness and fear,
And as my hand's characters exit from here,
I watch my doppelganger's slip away, practically disappear.

I rise from my seat, for the day is done,
I realize there is no more I can do for him,
In the landscape of life, for him, there is no more sun.
As he escapes my sight, I am left with naught but a hymn.

It is a long song, a sweet melody played around the world.
I call it "Requiem for a lost one, Part one",
Sadly, there never shall be a part two, for its creator was hurled,
Into the inky abyss, never to return, never again to see the sun.

Yet again, the sounds of silence need no successor.