1. Is this the artist we hear so artfully crafted,
And not he who lived on earth and passed on?

2. Can this ether contain across the expanse
Melodies like their composer now resting?

3. They wander about ears and imaginations
Now reaching minds that listen and ears that attend

4. As trees attend in their stillness
Some confiding and some singing praises

5. A genius's legacy isn't a mere tune
But its echoes the unknown and the cosmos attuned

6. As if humankind in their lives
Weren't creatures of earth or life meaningless

7. As if people's existence after death
Meant some living on while most pass away

8. These apparitions are but trials
The eternal being ideals holding sway

9. Rustling nature's breaths seductively
And granting people melodies sweet and tender

10. Whether heard aloud, whispers,
Silence, or hints, you have mastered art

11. This sorcery wasn't just a moment's rhythm
But eternity manifested before the eye

12. Echoing in the skies, the humbled cosmos
Endless reverberations sensed or pondered

13. The scattered dissonance moved by the maestro
Crossing a moment or present in our senses

14. As if the sweet spray were longings of a beloved
"Come, let us greet them," having poured the wine

15. We listened together, losing not a moment
As if afterward we'd doubt seeing our loved one

16. As if we'd refused living by our heartbeats
And merged with eternity, intoxicated

17. We don't hear melodies in seamless sequence
But our dreams voiced collectively

18. Opposites united as if they were
Siblings graced by art with its affairs

19. As if the gracious fellowship shadowed
After it ended, we saw only loss

20. As if released from dark prisons
At times in our bodies, when done we returned

21. Oh to become a wandering melody
And repay the cosmos its due of loves and faith

22. Oh to trade my life for one forthcoming
As oppressive wars grind us down