Whispers of Immortality

He could paint the air and draw the winds. Of course that brief eulogy was only spoken after his demise; while alive he was often considered a clod and a bore. Foreseeing no such post-mortem fame he kept writing on water knowing that there was an archive of his works in an after-life waiting to be discovered by his wandering soul. In the meantime, ducks quacked, geese honked and the little birds in his still beating heart twittered on.