No matter what,
no matter where,
sometimes people disappear.
Others float out to sea.
But always
the show must go on.
Voices melt together as one.
Alto, Soprano, Bass and Baritone.
Empty spaces, abandoned places
swell out and overpopulate
for one more time
as the stage celebrates with music
once more.
Who wants to live forever?
We live on through the song.
The songs remain and our memories
long after we have gone.
The lead singer dies,
another picks up the baton.
Hearts are emptied into the song.
The show must go on.
Through My Eyes 