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.