In the dark

In the dark a single candle burns
A man sits silent his face turns

Only string through wax with oiled tip
The words hang empty upon his lip

Fluttering light and feeble heat
Only the silence he keeps his seat

Hours pass the flowing puddle grows
In his mind his heart he knows

Towards the end the flame will break
As the tears begin his shoulders shake

A sigh a hiss ends the moment goes
In the dark his sadness grows.