If music fades
We fade
Into the silence
Entombed
Civilized hearts
Enshrine the arts
Within
Four chambers roomed
Together the first
The arts of the earth
The hearth home and loom
And within the second
The works of the blessed
Sophistry psalm and Truth
Right next to the third
The arts that are heard
From epics to folksy tunes
And finally the fourth
The best and the worst
The poets and this writer too
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