Connor J. Wade
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The Music Faded
As a symphony lingers in the ears,
As the Sun casts its swift departure's glow,
So do the pains of love and loss and fear
Engross the poet, being all he knows.
The music faded, the aching subdued,
An artist of words cannot escape still
That enchanting prison, that inner feud;
And bastille being life, he never will.