The man on the last floor

I opened the door. The door to the my apartment. The last apartment of the building. Steps echo through the large corridors. That and music. An orchestra greets the solitude. I left the music playing before I left. It's always the same song. Samuel Barber's Adaggio for strings. I live alone here in the heart of Florence. Three large rooms compose the labyrinth in which I'm never lost. I light up a cigarette and open the window. The sun is shining timidly and the streets are still paved with the rain that fell this morning. On my desk, a half empty glass of water with lips printed on the sides. As i look at it, it feels that it turned away. On a bed left undone, laying open upside down is the Sacred and the Profane. Lines and paper to fill the void. Unsuccessfull. A scribbled notebook waits patiently on one of the wooden chairs. That and pens on the floor sticking out like daggers. A withered small branch from some unknown tree still leaves a pleasant smell in the room though It lies crucified in a plastic cup filled half way with water. A smile cracks in the corner of my mouth as I think that there's nobody to see the mess. Nobody on some faraway shore to wonder what has become of me. nobody on top of a mountain to take a picture with me in mind. Nobody to ask, nobody to answer. As I lead this darkened procession to the bathroom and completely undress, a large mirror projects the image of a gargoyle. I touch the mirror and and it is as cold as my fingers. My skin, appears in tones of blue in dim light. I remembered for a second the days when I got here. A weak and shaky body that could still mimic a smile. Now, the body is firm, the jaw clenched and the eyes motionless. A demon of marble staring at itself. As i follow the lining, tattoos seem to fade and hide underneath the skin. I want to cry but this blue tinted carapace would not let a tear go. i remain lost in this thoughtful reverie for a couple minutes when a strange beat of drums suddenly invades the whole house and a voice bursts like a siren song straight into the brain. Suddenly I felt nothing. I treaded softly towards the room that sprung this symphony of calm. The voice beckoned.
Holy water cannot help you now. A thousand armies couldn't keep me out.I closed my eyes and felt my right fist clench, as my smile once again seethed with purpose...