Death and the Troubadour

Exhibit A: You fly across the window Looking outward A point of no return Almost there, you hesitate You do look back Daring deities We did not deem to die Oh my saviour Oh my lord Who will judge me When you are gone Exhibit B: You sing across the meadows Distant thunder A distant melody Finally fulfilled But still crave to communicate In Utopia And still desire to dream Oh my saviour Oh my lord Who will judge me When you are gone Exhibit C: You look upon some photographs Recent blessings A childhood memory Not enough - you will still take another one There is no light But still it can be seen In what darkness In what light In the hour Of my trial Was it worth it After all To have found her When you are gone