Unlikeness

Pick up the white sheet
A song composed upon it
Hold it up to eye level
The paper’s edge facing you
A threat to slice the cornea
And blind you
Eliminating vision altogether
See it now
Read the lyrics
Or has the song
(The page itself)
Disappeared
As it will
Once a composer
Abandons it
To wither in time
Disintegrate
To bland nothingness
The color of vanilla extract
The legacy
Breathless
A faint taste of ash