Through a life full of song, he was lulled
& soothed,
In old ballads, lullabies & serenades
soft & smooth,
He was sung to by birdsong & summer
drone of bees,
By the whispering gold leaves, amused by
the breeze,
And by old tide´s symbols, conducted by
wise moon,
By the waterfalls, wind & rivers,
singing arias in June,
Raindrops fall & tinkle, resounding in
sweet wet notes,
Cascading into streams & away to seas
& oceans float,
“There is no due need for drum, string
& flute, he said,
I have all nature´s musical tunes, embedded
in my head”,
I have all the best ballads, serenades &
dulcet lullabies,
Heed to the sound of the lapwing, as up he soars
& flies,
Be still now & listen, go close to your
lover´s soft breath,
No music sweeter, to waltz me unto my imminent
death.
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