Death of a Poet - Leonard Coen

When you died My heartache reached my bones. You seemed an old soul, but ageless. Your death caught me by surprise. Your deep, long, full voice never to sweep through a room. Never to fillet my soul or plunge cold reality into my heart. The lingering lines of your poetry lay siege to my essence and unlock the hidden door from which all poets pen. Your life of anguish and peace, dance partners in the pattern of life, open me to the possibility of both. Sorting the discord to a song, you lived the dichotomy of life and spun the contrast to a single sphere of light. As I ripen, opening to your music, I long to align my life with yours. To sit in meditation with your teacher, to pen the lessons of life in compassion of others. The world will be less the world I love With you absent from the stage. Exit Right, Empty Stage End of Final Act.