my voice is steadyshaking

as i create i am myself unmaking

i serenade an absent ear

they do not listen even when they hear

there are no truer tombs

than ballads echoing in empty rooms

or dampened on some stranded shore

but i am not alone forevermore

another song begins in my silence

at rleast i am the audience

the silent siren wails and waves

to drown me in my early waiting graves

and then i die my rest at last

a thousand first before my song has passed