Am I just an albatross
Is your neck sore of me
Light a candle and be done
of my ghostly memory

For I walk in clouds quite dark
on shelves in your own heart
I rumble deep in your void
The inspiration of restless art

My life short lived
yet gives you pause
My early death
is still your cause

Make this now
Your one last rain
Draw new breath
Release the pain

For a muse and a medium
can also be bold
expressing the best
that life has to hold

I will watch and wonder
at this your final thunder
and I will glory as you rise
to the joy of cloudless skies