The notes surround me,
And take over my soul,
The strum of the guitar,
Makes my heart feel so whole.

I can still feel the beats.
Vibrating my skin,
Though those seasons have passed,
In this war, I'll never win.

I was destined to die,
And give up my obsession,
"My soul's in the music,"
Was my last confession.

As I lie on this stretcher,
Contemplating my soul,
Notes still surround me,
And still keep me whole.

This warrior of song
Has been laid in the ground,
Her voice is kept silent,
But her music abounds.

By: Kirby Bennett