My senses glacial
To all of ones touch
Like the skin on a tree

Relieved of impression
Sheltered without feelings
And a tribute to the mind.

Music is playing
It cannot be heard, nor seen
For my senses are blind

Dull, dead, petrified
Afraid, asleep, blunt . . .
Evolving to become.

Still be secured
Just from life
Because I am numb.