Husband and wife

The art is dying 
Sitting in the cupboard of many years
Gone by, a 
Cobweb over it
The beauty in the paste
In the faces
The eyes as if painted yesterday
A husband and wife
Sitting at the table
Drinking wine
In days gone by
These happier days
Before Maria died
Before death
For the death of life
Is the deepest grief
These colours painted
For the years of happiness 
Donatello sits 
His hands on the table
Pouring his own cup
Thinking of yesterday