Death Never Quells

Through age and infirmity,
  my voice cries loud

With feelings still timeless,
  eyes not to cloud

The Reaper waits patient,
  his claim has been filed

From outside he savors,
   inside I smile

The music has changed,
  with my heart still in step

My vision most clear,
  no lens to correct

As days take their toll,
  on what’s left of this shell

What spirit embodies,
 —death never quells

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)