Nick was a golden child

Loved by a Muse

With many more talents

Than one man could use

But perched on his shoulder

With talons in bone

Was a raven of sorrow

As heavy as stone



Try as he might

The cold weight of that bird

Held him in bondage 

And coloured each word

And though his gaze traveled

As high as the stars

The bleak touch of talons

Became prison bars



The call of the music

Was strong in his soul

He shot toward the heavens

His eyes on his goal

But heroes get weary,

And heartache is strong

And few men can conquer

The raven's dark song



He fell in a slumber

And into the earth

The root of a fruit tree

Of infinite worth

And thirty years after

It blossomed and bore

A fruit that is nectar

From skin to the core



The raven of sorrow

Is feeding tonight

On a branch of that fruit tree

And dreaming of flight

But bound to the branches

In sorrow it sings

And the soul of that fruit tree

Has stolen its wings



Chorus: Look to the stars

        Fly to the light

        Leave the dark raven

        Alone in the night

        Soar with your Muses

        On shining black wings

        Away from the places

        Where sorrow still sings







Words and music:  Kathy Mar



Copyright 2002 Kathy Mar