Aural ecstacy...
Graceful melodies drew us
Undeniably

Grey hair, teddy bear
May his music never stop
May he know we care

Dreaming of Roses
The Grey Bard travels FURTHER
Than ever before

Have no pity for
Shining stars fallen before
Failed of mind, grace, limb

Acoustic towers...
Now but fond memories
Of their kind power

Shed no tears for him
But weep for those left behind
To a world less kind

Man, Myth, Legacy
Now that the show is over
Where go his children?

They shall suffer most...
At worst, the Grey Bard faces
Peaceful oblivion

More likely, he plays
In blissful eternity
Only the Dead know

by Rick Cross/Pasadena, CA
(Bughunter5@aol.com)