Spider lilies

A silent nod to the mirror before she goes to the stage,
Hands are carrying an instrument to express all the rage.
Her dress is designed with a delicate fabric of Nihility
Silent nod to the mirror before her moves disclose her ability.

Fingers are tightly gripping the elegant violin bow,
Eyes are firmly tied to a person sitting in the first row.
Her thoughts are transformed into pulls of the strings,
She conveys words of the melody with the body that spins.

The sense is foreshadowed by tragic red petals
That poison all butterflies with toxic metals.
What are the symptoms of being infected with an insane belief
That another person will protect you from a red thread thief.

Sounds of violence, squeals of crazy hysterical violins,
Sense has abandoned the body leaving cramps in the limbs.
Red petals are scattered on the stage, covered by poisonous mist,
All gentle butterflies are eaten by spiders he gifted as a new gist.

A silent nod to the audience before she slowly leaves,
Hands are carrying the instrument that helps her to breathe.
Her dress is designed with a delicate fabric of scarlet echo of Nihility
Silent nod to the audience before her breath takes away her ability.

What is the sense, why do we always want to look through its lens?
What is the reason, why do we always use it for own defence?
What is the symbolism of my garden engulfed with scarlet spider lilies
With signs that creates abstractions, notions, meanings and theories.

What is the feeling, why do we always look through its pink glasses?
What is the time, why are we always restrained by its late classes?
What is the will of my spider lilies to bloom after death
With abstractions, meaningless notions till the last breath.