Time is a gift, like
food or love or death,
However much one wants to live forever.
All that is, is in a single breath.
Now is ample time for each endeavor.
Knowing one will die makes time more precious
Since even music needs a proper end,
Giving each note density and purpose
In a compass one can comprehend.
Vistas have horizons, even though
Infinity still lurks beyond the stars,
Nothing that a grateful soul can know,
Given that one's gift such knowledge
bars.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Nu Flute. By Kevin MacLeod. Performed by Kevin MacLeod at the Free Music Archive under an Attribution license.