Whisperbreeze

If a whisperbreeze should touch you -
Close your eyes and taste the wine.
Enjoy while you can, the caviar,
And remember through time and tide.

The warehouse, leased, stands empty.
The wine, my blood's consumed.
The caviar sits - spoiling,
Eternity's entombed.

The whisperbreeze first ebbed,
Then ruthlessly was hushed.
Who wields such power to halt the wind
I touched and by whom was touched?