Opera Of The Gods
No I have nothing more to sayAll my instruments are silent nowThe chorus of the body and mindStopped in the middle of the show No more audiences to followApplauses are dying very fastSkylines are beaming in joyAs the clouds have retired at last What has been good?Or what has been notWhat should have been done?Or what should have been not All these offstage doubtsAlmost eternal human criesMake my words weakerAnd my poem dies Yet my readers should knowThe opera of the Gods is not finished overHuman cries may dieBut the songs will continue to hover