If it must be, he wished it to go on.

Isolated from the world

So, he could loudly play his song.

On the one tool that allowed him peace

Amongst the trees and breeze easy leaves

The perfect backdrop of which to perform

One he’d play until the keys were gone

With splintered hands he continued to strike

The keys, shattered before his eyes

So he became one with his love and hummed along

Until….

Silence took on his song.