Conclusion

Written May 2007, pre deletion day.

Conclusion

 

A shining star has isolation

The lonely magpie desolation

A wilting bud its dying bloom

The poet comfort in his doom

 

Time is built towards an ending

Inside my heart a death is pending

Shakespeare’s words shaped to a lie

My Maestro let the music die

 

Reviews

[Zane Mathias]

A Absolute masterpeice

[Susan M. Fenn]

He may have let it die, but the memory of it lives on. In the old oak tree, I can feel its vibration.. in the warmth of a summer's day, I can feel it against my skin, and in the heart beat of a work, I can hear it still. It may have died from the mortal lands, but your music lives on, eternally in the summerlands.