I am beginning to weaken,
And I have advanced to hear the familiar lull of time,
The harmony of life that I have conducted
Is nearing its end;
And yet,
There is turmoil within my confines
Where there ought not to be my thoughts
There started a spark that coalesced-
-Into a raging bout of consciousness;
The demon of the last notes that had been cursed to elusiveness
Now revives itself on the pyre
It begs and weeps for forgiveness in the final movements of existence
For the lord to mark the wretched soul,
It rises from within all the darkness of the material flesh
Twisting in the crevices of my mind, the creator
Spiraling out of my jurisdiction,
Upward towards the heavens, begging for absolution
And my digits loosen their grip around the quill
I witness the brilliant light of the savior engulf my earthly being
I am lifted to his arms,
The unfinished symphony was only mine to take away.
