When answers come today it’s not to be
a thin white duke, a purple prince; a year
the music died (again); in haze it’s seen
comparing to a summer’s day how near
to love a memory of voices grace
our hearts, how words and songs infest
and linger; legacy still interlaced
in every love, in every death a test
as Shakespeare always wrote a script
or poem to reflect today what’s felt.
and we can n ever change, decrypt
our language of his traces (phrases) left.
As now we’re left to sorrow afterwards
As artists leave we still recall the bard.
Today Kerry inspires us to write in memory of Shakespeare’s death about the line or work that we would never take away at toads. This got me to reflect how difficult it would be. Sometimes I even think that English how different language would be if he had not been. Can you see a balcony without thinking of Juliet? Of course I had to write a Shakespearean sonnet for this, but I also wanted to other artists that have died more recently such as Buddy Holly, David Bowie and Prince.