My Life, a fiddle’s note, flowed
To the ears and over
To those high planes of Antiquity
Music of revival
For the secretes embedded
In years of lunatic expressions
Seek the touch of a lyric
In hands and cross fingers to walk
From unknown days to days unknown
Stepped alone my life’s fiddle
In search of that single note
And its flow to an eternal world.
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