When the Music Stops

I want to witness all the beauty in the world,
so I can lay the heaviness I feel
and return it to the earth, once more

The very earth that bears my sorrow,
as it bears all things.

What is holier than seeing
the grace of God,
and all that has been loved
and lost?

Where will all the sorrow and joy escape,
when all that is left is our mortal remains?
Will the winds carry our song,
and sing of our time?

I’ll give all that I am,
and leave it to the One above.
I’ll rest, knowing that love will hold me
a reward granted,
for my labor of love.