The Final Song Of The Musician Poem by Travis Mendola

Into the eye,
we swim to the mind.
a mind quite entangled
in musical jive.

Into the ear,
We envision, we hear,
All of the things
That they hold dear

Under the skin,
Created without sin
Where musical vibes
Have deeply sunk in

And on the tips of the fingers
The feeling lingers
Of playing soft keys
while hearing sweet singers

Those are the joys
That I hold dear
for nothing in this world
even comes near

to the feeling of music
a beat gently pulsing
arousing all senses
but now it's all closing

I am weak,
I am old
And have no desire
To keep out the cold

We've been through much
My music and I
But now it's time
To softly sing goodbye