The passing

He drifts across the stage, suspends midway
and gives a performance.
Some applaud,
others give a thumbs-down.
When time beckons
he scurries for the exit.

A discreet teardrop 
reflects the dance of spotlights.

Innocence

Little children
Tease the wrinkles and the plodding walking-stick,
Like a firefly
That mocks at pieces of a broken lamp.

Visitor (Click image to enlarge)

Sepia - II (Click image to enlarge)

Sepia - I (Click image to enlarge)

The Crossing (Click image to enlarge)

Minus the dimensions (Click image to enlarge)

In death there is no being or knowing,
In death - the endless nonexistence.