The Music Died

His songs were so poetic, and also were prophetic, like complex masterpieces sewn together from pieces. He sang the life of Vincent, so soulfully and magnificent, but one song above all conquered time and stood tall. Time when music brought smile and made people happy for a while; On the floor, they sang and dance whenever they got the chance. But the shiver of early February made some hearts so cold and lonely; On the doorsteps came the shock that made some hearts short of luck. It was the day time would remember, the music died in a chilly weather; The three sages fell from a star and faded away too far. Whoever wrote the book of love must have had faith in God above. The King had long parted his way but his memory comes to stay; But his queen lived so long, and drew her faith out from his song. His charm for years never perished, it grew in time deeply cherished. The hallowed generation was lost in space on way to salvation, for the old way, they've forgotten, left in time, faded and rotten. The singer who sang this song aged well enough and lived for long, but sometimes I wished I was born once more to watch the king just like before. *Dedicated to an era long time gone, when music was decent and tickled the soul.* April 3, 2023 A Brian Strand Premiere No 1205 Poetry Contest (9th place) Sponsored By: Brian Strand