Music holds meaning long after it’s made,
far past the life of each one who creates
each lasting sound. The player simply states
what’s in their hearts, and then we see their trade
of truth for silver, none of them will fade
until their voice is silenced by the fates
that comes for all, as each poet relates,
when their sails come in sight of the last straits
before the long, dark, sea. The final pause
turning to silence after many years,
as, at long last, the final echoes die
and all must cease, obeying the hard laws
that ignore each creator’s saddest tears
until new stars shine clear above new skies.
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