Friday, August 25, 2023

the end

 At the end

He celebrated his glorious play

He made the piano sing a song

His hands made her voice reach

To tell the story that has been 

thought many many times

Even it was seen in the stars

One night when the fool chose to look

In the eye of God himself to find out

What is the answer to the mystery

And what he found was a glimpse

Into the future in which he will

Hear the lady sing

Sing her singing song of songs 

yet to be heard by the ears of mankind

He danced to the music that was 

sang by the most loved one


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