Old man in the mirror!

What will I see?
a man with a pink high hat,
a golden crown on red velvet
above a cave,
paved with white tiles.
In this silvery pond that floats on the wall.
A shimmering reflection,
that scares me, but also bedazzles me.
The spectator's scrutiny,
my mind's specter.
Rumpled parchments characterizing —
not its decay, but its metal.
Each sneaky peek, bewilders me,
as if my face is clay in the hands of a sculptor.
A mirror that changes into a kaleidoscope.