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Song I finished dedicated to an autistic friend who passed away in 2000. |
A sculptor's hands, an artist's touch Their beauty, couldn't compare, to you Musician's soul, a poet's, heart Piano wrote, your life, away A lover's care, or whore's torrent Servant and, manipulator Press of the keys, and every stroke Your soul's, content (chorus) Every symphony, played out beautifully Every score, without remorse, told The sweet melody, of your soul But every note comes, to an end Rhapsody, had to die sometime And my spirit sang, a requiem The moment, your heart, failed to beat Was the day, that the music, ceased You had, the ocean, in your eyes Cerulean, waters, azure, skies Those tropical, seas that brought, me in Now faded, your gaze, as cold, as ice Now glearing on, Sidereal, planes Lost to the, algid, lacuna Once dreamer, choral frailty Now host, of eventide (repeat chorus) Masquerading, lucidty Is my, writhen, jeremaid Recondite, micawber, life When the paeans, die, the dirge, begins Every symphony, strung out in, blasphemy Every score, without remorse told Of your sweet, melencholic, soul Cause every, note comes to an end Raphsody's, nothing but, a lie My spirit, screamed, absurdity! When poets sleep, and artists, die The music fades, and the world is, blind |