posted October 30, 2017 09:22 PM            

The images evoked by the words of your poem along with this Chopin Polonaise, adds a kind of curious graveyard macabre quality to it.

I noticed the sad face smilie....
You feeling sealed up inside the glass?

Maybe you can go closer... and notice that you can admire and peer inside.... She is merely resting, dreaming. Beautiful. Preserved. To be considered, admired.

The marble is a figure or statue stored inside a special glass curio closet?

Without a name ... hmmmmm ....
Possibilities... To be Discovered anew. {{ }}

What was old... becomes new again.
Cycles, rest and Refreshing.
Over and over....