Dark blues and grays fill the world
The sea rising and consuming
Everything we had is gone now
But at least we have our hearts . . .

Blank canvases scream endlessly
Quivering brushes clatter to the cold ground
And the wind blows us all away
How long will this last?

And perhaps everything was empty
And everything a lasting lie
But when I draw my final breath,
Music is all that matters.

Author's Note: This poem has also been posted http://sharepoetry.com/poem/30404.