fine arts
passion music
enriches years young
there is a blaze in summer passion
the heat of the fire flame night
the singer is loved when singing young
but even old musicians must die
not even music can take the sting of death
in deeply bitter death dying
when life is almost played out
perhaps we shall hear celestial music playing
no lute or harp played on clouds for me please
a rock in roll band famous playing raging
for me would be an art heart send off pumping
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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