The Greats

Dead
Far
Longer
Than
They
Lived,
Their
Age
Long
Past,
Their
Lavish
Words
And
Music
Last.
Sad
To
Say,
In
The
Chaos
Of
Today,
The
Arts
Suffer
Like
Our
Broken
Hearts.
No
Paintings
Illustrate
The
Challenge
Of
Our
Fate,
Track
Our
Sighs,
Or
Deftly
Trick
Our
Eyes.
Genius
Has
Gone
Under
Ground,
And
It
All
Invites
A
Turn
Around.
Somewhere,
I Know,
Music
Hums
In
A
Rush,
And
An
Artist
Picks
Up
A
Brush.