Menagerie of Mischief

day 03 | if music be the food of joy (2022)

word of the day: echo

...but when we leave this mortal plane,

our words, our songs will still remain.

so do not brood on fleeting time —

just try your best and i'll try mine.

and when the future sings us back

with sunny chords that fill its lack,

we'll be the feast after the fast,

joyous echoes from the past. 

LONGER VERSION: 

when we leave this mortal plane, our words, our songs will still remain.

so do not brood on fleeting time — just try your best and i'll try mine.

and when the future sings us back with sunny chords that feed its lack,

we'll be the feast after the fast — joyous echoes from the past. 

          so write your dulcet odes and sonnets, write your lofty lieder.

          we'll cast your song-craft to the winds that play among the cedar. 

          let birds rehearse your verses — sprouting flowers, fruits and pods.

          let music fill our hearts like sweetened philtres of the gods.