He plays a silent symphony
That only I can hear
As my body lays, becoming cold
Pleasant melodies drifting, drowning me
The soft notes of the piano, on pulling waves
Guides smoothly to a parting boat
The song grows fainter, fainter
The bed now surrounded by murky water
I cry at the pain gnawing within
The regret, the relief
The hand of the clock remains unmoving
I step warily into the infinite sea
Watch my body, earth-bound flesh
Vanish into decaying darkness
And I reluctantly wade forward
Grasp the hand of the Ferryman
Who kindly helps me onto the boat
We begin to sail away
I am at peace, no longer chained to worry
Free of the guilt that stalked behind
I pause for a moment
Listen carefully to hear
That finally
The music dies.