ON THE DEATH OF CHARLES AZNAVOUR(1924-2018)

The lips don't move,

the heart doesn't beat,

the mind has swivelled

down the black hole of death.

Death has come

to the boy who sang

from the age of nine,

sang for eighty-five years.

Death has come and

the song has ended;

the last grain of sand

in the hourglass fell.

Only the echoes

remain, echoes of the

song and murmurs of a life,

slowly starting to fade...

01.10.2018