What will thy recall of me.
When my heart has drifted out to sea.
When I cruise on clouds.
Dance on air.
No longer loud.
Who will know I was ever there.
I have not the impact of an empress.
Nor the magic of a sorceress.
Have not the beauty of a starlet.
I shall maybe just vanish into space.
Become another forgotten statistic.
A name without a face.
(c)LIVVI
Selfishly inspired by the death of Sir George Martin.