Words and Invisible Cords

How to see a dying a man With eyes that open less frequently now With your eyes that open less frequently now In his sleep you witness the throbbing chest It rises and ebs It rises And ebs. How to see a dying man The one you also claim your own The one you also claim you own It's all yours When you realize it's no one else's Gone. To see the world in the eyes of death Is to see death in the eyes of life How to see a dying man Through the eyes of a dying soul? Note: I wrote this after I watched the movie 'The Bucket List'

Text on brittle, acidic papers Soprano crescendo from the pious women of the church Belting archaic hymns of the gates of heaven And the power shuts down in a snap. In a snap the light bulbs glare Charged full by the day tonight they are proud And the singing resumes Pious women, belting archaic hymns of the Gates of heaven. Words on acidic papers, sheets of hymns They glow, they beat, they speak To the living who sings the archaic hymns Of the gates of heaven Shining ever brighter than the emergency bulbs on the ceiling. Not a verse interrupted When the power shut down in a snap The pious women of the church Resume in their high pitch singing The archaic hymns of the gates of heaven. And the body lies still Doesnt blink, doesnt twitch Impervious of the momentary darkness Subdued by the high pitch singing Of the archaic hymns of the gates of heaven. If not for the light bulbs And the soprano singing of the pious women I would have never understood ...