His Defining Tone
The faith was here,
The water was near.
Three chasms away
From survival,
River currents ripped
The final chords of music
From his breath.
Below to a
Realm he wasn't afraid to face-
The angels now drink his wine
As the tightens the harp strings
For a residual chorus.
This musician
Knew the chance
& spoke fondly of it-
Gone for the
Better part of grace,
The music
Worked his meaning
And he defined the tone.
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