Three score and ten
summers
to my name
since I first breathed
the breath of life
Time’s pastime
is to pass
All that remains
is what we create
out of feelings
At best
a sense of structure
the art of the fugue
melody rhythm
harmony
all give shape
to the silence
the square root
of it all
is love
So best foot forward—
what touches the heart
the play within
the play
the truth
of universe
John Lyons