The Day the Music Ceased

A sculptor's hands, an artist's touch
Their beauty, couldn't compare, to you
Musician's soul, a poet's, heart
Piano wrote, your life, away

A lover's care, or whore's torrent
Servant and, manipulator
Press of the keys, and every stroke
Your soul's, content

(chorus)
Every symphony, played out beautifully
Every score, without remorse, told
The sweet melody, of your soul
But every note comes, to an end
Rhapsody, had to die sometime
And my spirit sang, a requiem
The moment, your heart, failed to beat
Was the day, that the music, ceased

You had, the ocean, in your eyes
Cerulean, waters, azure, skies
Those tropical, seas that brought, me in
Now faded, your gaze, as cold, as ice

Now glearing on, Sidereal, planes
Lost to the, algid, lacuna
Once dreamer, choral frailty
Now host, of eventide

(repeat chorus)

Masquerading, lucidty
Is my, writhen, jeremaid
Recondite, micawber, life
When the paeans, die, the dirge, begins

Every symphony, strung out in, blasphemy
Every score, without remorse told
Of your sweet, melencholic, soul
Cause every, note comes to an end
Raphsody's, nothing but, a lie
My spirit, screamed, absurdity!
When poets sleep, and artists, die
The music fades, and the world is, blind