Is death the end to everything?
A sad song we all must sing?
A broken instrument we all must face,
with broken notes we cannot place.
So out of tune we all must fear,
this hopeless song we all must hear.
Maybe we have no reason to fret,
for death might be a wondrous quartet.
It could be a beautiful dance,
this grand once in a lifetime chance.
Perhaps when one listens close,
and lets oneself become engrossed.
This song that we all will sing,
could possibly be the most beautiful thing.