The Greatest Composer

The music doth pulse
With a mind of its own
Through hearts made of gold
And silver and stone

The music can take you
From anger to peace
A hurried rebellion
To the white sands of Nice

But o'er sounds of the seasons
Of love and of death
The greatest composer
Takes one final breath

A song ended suddenly
Rips to the core
Will we live to hear the end
Never, nevermore