Gratitude!

I am grateful!
Because you have never asked me to forget you!
Just because you never said you hated me!
There is no more elegance in my words,
That was flaring once, and now
Insipid and without vigour;
Spewing out of the pen having lost its tip.
In the penitentiary of thoughts
There is no more agitated throngs of images;

Now it is time to tell,
Without any sentiments,
The strings that forgot to sing the tunes;
“I am grateful for the recitals that you
Have very graciously emitted from those strings.
Thank you abundantly.”