Story Betold
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

Let go of the past
Let go of your dream
Let me show you wrath
Let me hear you scream

Listen to the future
Hear it sorl away
Hear the children laughing
Hear the cello play

Strings so low they endure
No matter and no thirst
They know all that came for
The lore of universe