TO ANCIENT EVENINGS AND DISTANT MUSIC

I lift my glass thru time and space
And salute all that have walked before me

To those that have set the path
Those that lead, those that follow
The few that write the classics
The many that embrace them

To endless nights under the heavens
Those that love their lovers
The few that reach for the moon

The many that land on stars
To those that created harmonies
That carried around the world
The trees sway in your rhapsodies

As the textures caress.
To the writers of days gone by
That grant us a taste
The scribes offer the past

As sight to the blind
I shall drink to ancient evenings and distant music
Until the four winds put out the last shadow.