Had a name

I had a name and it was late in night when i had to lose it, bit by a solid mouth cut in a salted stone. The embrace was surpassing a shadow and with my left eye i saw a corner bending to itself, as unconsistant music. I had it.  Now it's only a scam sun waving inside a sphere showing less of me, probbably half of my face and one hand holding a daisy. It stares at a hill, where people used to hang their work and now it's only obliged roots and fainting colors grasping the surroundings. It's just a sound pouring its little comensurable pieces between the grass leafs and a highlighted cloud is moving towards East.