When they fall.

Raindrops are caught again

In the spinner's web

Forming the tear drop pattern

Reflecting the past,present,future

When the careless hand destroys it

They fall.

Like andamantine crystal droplets

Crashing,racing,falling

When the rain plays its clear melody

When the winds whistles its tune

When the sad music plays

When the last tear drop falls

I hear them all

Somehow,here I am again

Seeking in the fallen tear drop

Seeking the unknown

When the ballet dancers twirl

When the lights blackout

When the last dawn falls

When the last tear drop falls

I see them all

Dried leaves in the pages of the old book

Making their faded imprint

Yellowed and dog-eared pages

Hand written words are fading

As the last shred of life flickers away

I disintegrate with it all

I don't have anything to say.

Lyrics,poem,story.

Even I,the writer,don't know which it is.