Don't Die With Your Music Still In You. Poem by EME CHUKU

Don't die with your music still in you.
For no one could've imagined,
the beauty of it's tenor,
nor the smooth rhythms of its anthem,
should your guitar remain unstrung.

Play your music unencumbered,
so all may hear its mystical complexity.
For it may exhilarate, inebriate, or cajole
a soul receptive to its melody.

Your music is unique.
An examplar of onerous proportions,
to which only you hold
the key to its understanding.

Its intoxicating rhythm
may provide a recipe for a soul
ardent at the dance.
And let the crescendo of your pitch rise,
until it rises no more.