He's told his stories thru hymns and symphonies br peculiar tales such as joyous atrocities br and spends his night serenading the moon br sad, his music will fade anytime soon br br he's sang his songs for months and years br and only his guitar felt the shedding of his tears br he loves to stay on treetops and cliffs br to where he humms his melodious grief br br tonight he sings before his audience of none br his throat has failed, his voice is nearly gone br he's grown deaf, and his ears are at peace br the bard retires playing his final piece.