• In a song loomed the words
    Of a once great writer,
    In a notebook laid the dreams
    Of a soul.

    Let voices carry on
    A famous lovely piece,
    While the marks on this page
    Fade to gray.

    Remembrance of talent
    The greatness well deserved
    As one asks themselves why;
    Them not me?

    With such mass approval
    From all the world at large
    Unimportant tears fall
    One by one.

    As earth wipes one away;
    So carved to memories
    Still others sink down deep
    In the dirt.