Once the Voice is Gone

Weary is an understatement
When describing the lows

Once the voice is gone
So is hope -- so is chance

With experience comes nuance
Sophistication earned brutally

When the lights begin to dim
Music fading slowly

I radically accept
The more humbling aspects

Scholar or artist
Monk or whore

When moments are eternities
Lifetimes become instants

The finding is worth the search
If we can survive the ride