Here You Come

Here you come so often in the dusk are you enamored of it? pine with it? for there on those stairs olden and ancient made of centuries I see you sit and move not and speak not word. perchance you wait a nightingale's song albeit distances among to cheer your failing heart? A sad violin that plays from some open window? Your sadness be greater than you greater than family greater than humanity knows not extinction though extinction looks you in the face stark raw and naked and still still you continue continue on the stairs to sit on those stairs olden and ancient made of centuries I see you sit and move not and speak not word.