(The following poem was written upon the death of a friend.)
Recoiled in time a forgotten song
A melody once sang the day long
Once whispered on lover’s lips
A deep well, now begs for a sip.
A scheme so perfect the master’s cried
A tale so gentle the poet’s sighed
And dreamer’s dreamed in its music sweet
As dancer’s danced on lighted feet.
A piece, which no band could play
Yet, still was heard all the day
As hush soon fell on the empty stage
And the crowd grew still in silent rage.
Hope, once alive, now was dead
With withered roses atop its bed
The grandeur of sound, no longer heard
Vanished forever without a word.