I am a still-life

Lights waltz with ripples,
On the surface of the glass.
The ghosts ascend,
Stretching thin fingers,
To an empty grasp.
Five lights ahead,
Illuminate the boatman.
His lantern embers burn bright,
In the dim light.
Hi crook falls,
Burning to the floor.
The water,
Now unmoving,
Hides my body.
I am a still-life,
Frozen and immortal in a hot bath.
Violins screech in the distance.
As music plays on,
It builds with dramatic cry.
I hear the music,
I slow down.
And I melt into a void,
Within myself.

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