3. here lies my spark

Here lies my art
Buried with my creativity
The origins
I stored within
None find as riveting
Danced upon with feet we fake
Covered with such cheap remakes
In sincere attempts of sequels
That praises push letdown but equal

Here lies my heart
Buried with my inspiration
Too bored to begin
A chore I resent
Leading away from innovation
Nothing real or unique
But left alone, left too weak
To stand in an unashamed form
And blow against the wind of the storm

The readers are widowed
Lying bouquets in odes
That reek of fallacies
And withered originality

Let the listeners grieve
The true poets bereaved
There is no prevention
Either trite or pretention

Today we gather
In forlornly shrouds
For tragedy fell
In his majesty's spell
Swept into mournful clouds
We adopt his message nestled
And shower it in our vessels
Of epiphanies in would-be baptisms
Insights ever slight, ever blurred past our visions

Today we blather
About a crazy man's corpse
Whose themes' callbacks
Now show as small cracks
On a lazy man's orb
With fame-promised fortunes
In rays of distortion
That sought clarity like crystals
But wrought instead mislead dismissals

In lieu of a gift
To the ungrateful crypt
Please make a donation
Worthy of quotation

To the waiting lives
That long to survive
On sparks turned to fires
Only after inspired

Author's Note

Intro song??