We cannot understand why you left us. Death will not answer us.
Death is only another actor sharing our stage.
We only see his mask of feigned lament. You have left us alone on this stage, unsure of our roles, unsure of our lines. As actors we worry that our performances may not please. Death also performs, although to no applause. But as you left us, there broke upon this stage a glimpse of reality, shown through the slight opening through which you disappeared, a reality bathed in a pure white light that diminished our artifice.