Echoes of a sad lament
Played upon a clarinet
Creating images of strangers on a shore
Images of days of ancient yore.
As I hear the haunting melody
It’s echoes resonate in me
Each note seems to echo life
The refrain brings tears to my eyes
And as the tune floats and glides along
Like a spiritual rhythm
I feel the solitude, the bliss
I feel the touch of a farewell kiss
And as the clarinets lament haunts my mind
I get lost in space and time
And I give thanks that I am alive
As the tune echoes universal rhyme
And I know creation causes my energy to thrive
As I look towards the light
This music will always haunt my life.
fauxcroft 
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