Your music stopped today,
the doo-wop of the music box.
Professor from the era of the
60s and 70s.
You decided to say good-bye,
quietly without notice.
The songs no longer find
you to lullaby your soul
of rock and roll…
Your smile, and spill your wit,
your philosophy of time.
Your reason is now silent in your books,
your mastery of words and oratory.
All is quiet now with the sound of memories,
the music, the readings, the author.
I don’t understand why time closed
© CMM April 6, 2012