Transcribed by Strangers that Float
Keep all new songs as softly sweet as mine
And spare the supple orator his plume
The muse may whisper in your ear a line
The flowers of inspiration softly bloom
Only to wilt when transferred to the page
To quail beneath th'onlooker's heated gaze
For, reader, a new charm I now engage
While inspiration, much belov'd, delays
Get ready, Art, you may arise newborn
Another nation of noise (through rhythm and dance)
Reflects our laughter, always neatly drawn
E'en though it doth arise by chance
You spread yourself like dust among the stars
Soul stuff drifting on the ether wind
You still may bear those long-forgotten scars
Recalling how your highest hopes were pinned
To watch you fight your demons gives me grief
Free yourself and float beyond the pale
And in your mind you have but one belief:
The universe and art will never fail
| Contributors: | (trad), Roland, F, N, Beefy, Grayman, Ethetran, P. |
| Poem finished: | 30th September 2003. |