Transcribe.
He transcribed the manuscript discovered in her heart.
The stained glasses were shining all around,
although it was stormy and gloomy outside.

Between the words,
he touched a new bough filled with teardrops,
quivering, sparkling, profound as one anonymous ocean.
He took a deep breath, sank into her previous sorrows.

Between the lines ,
he smelled the scent of daffodils.
He imagined that she would remember his reflecting face on the water surface.
Eternal, immortal, everlasting as Michelangelo’s Renaissance sculpture.

He made a mistake, there was nothing left.
Memory was steamed with the midnight train’s lament.
She already forgot him ,
after she retreated from the worship of her private religion.