lack of inspiration

there was wind in the air,
full moon in the sky,
a silence enclosing,
an empty cold eye,
a heart made of stone,
a mind without thought,
there used to be something,
a light and life there,
but as it was there was something, un taught,
the thing that was missing,
was not love or lust,
it was not a neccessity,
it was not a must,
but this thing could determine,
expression and flair,
it could change emotions,
and feelings,
from sadness to cheer,
but feeling had ceased,
at this things departure,
it influenced life,
there was none larger,
inspriration it was,
and drive it did give,
it gave meaning to expressiong,
and a want to live,
it was wholesome, 
it was grand,
but it has long departed,
a soul been left bare,
a soul without feeling,
a soul without care,
no expression in words,
or in mind and in soul,
no needs no wants,
no drive no goal,
without inspiration a muse,
a drive,
there was no want to 
improve to win to strive,
no need for success,
no need to give,
and in the end there was no need to live,
there was wind in the air,
full moon in the sky,
a deafening silence,
absolute he did die.