The Songs Are the Earth


He didn't see it as being the end
Even when the lights went down,
Even when the stage was bare,
Not even when they said goodbye....

He didn't see it as being the end
No one said he had to shut the lights,
No one told him to clear the stage,
Not everyone had to say goodbye....

He didn't see it as being the end
There was a light still to reach,
There was still a stage to play,
Goodbye has never stopped him before....

He didn't see it as being the end
Songs still light up his mind,
The stage has always been available,
For him, goodbye was just intermission....

It wasn't an end, or a beginning:
The songs are the Earth....
The stage but a Century....
The goodbye was its Turning.


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