Music Silenced

Songs of one's life time

drift on - without soul.

There is no tune that can carry.

Lyrics - but empty words,

words that lie upon pages,

pages without a voice to enlighten.

Spirit, in search of a wave,

light years lost to soundlessness,

songs, never to be sung, never to be heard.

Life, lived among silent cords,

cords that strangle the essence

of one's, life's aria, one's composition.

B. J. "A" 2