VII
Beats of a drum
Somewhere behind me
Beating, beating
Ba-dump, ba-dump
Fainter and fainter
Yet steady and stable
And staying on tempo
Just diminuendo
An aching of silence
A hole in my chest
A feeling I get
When I look to the west
The song disappears
No music tonight
No Stairways to Heaven
Or Zeppelins in flight
A Life in Poems 