“Sometimes it is the artist’s task to find out how much music you can make with what you have left”
Itzhak Perlman
When you finally pause long enough to take stock
When the juggernaut of chaos rolls to a gentle stop
The first feelings of relief washed away by grief
For your lost and wasted time.
Though the tears of regret might fill a lake,
You will empty, though never entirely
There will be time left for you to enjoy
And nothing to do but enjoy it.
