Ash

The music plays, notes enter my ears.
I hear nothing.
The sun shines, the blue skies crystal clear.
I see nothing.
The birds chirp, the squirrels play.
I am oblivious.
The food is plated, the smells heavenly.
I smell nothing.
The food enters my mouth, I taste ash.
I struggle to find the point, the reason.
I struggle to find anything, including my way.
All I taste is ash.