Far the years after my death - poemSubmitted by The Pen on Tue, 09/24/2013 - 22:18
Posthumous these few manuscripts,
left to one I love the year of my death...
They will not pronounce me a great contributor
of the instrument that once summoned me,
to lay upon ledger line its antiquated story:
the passing of lovers and language.
'I wept many times,
I wept for many years,
I still believe there is much to tell...
find me again my friend,
for I have not been dead in the music for so long,
and far the years after my death are so, so far away.'
Peace and Love always.