So Forgotten

I listen intently to a nearly three century old relic of music, and pause in the beauty. Vivaldi was a head of his time.

I sigh and finish my drink looking out at the verdant breathing landscape.

The sun slowly drops behind the mountains and immediately turns cool.

These spring days will soon give way to the stifling heat. Another year will pass. Our lives may change. We may suffer horrible injustices. We may live dull, uneventful lives and die in obscurity. But when our time does come, that dusty relic of music will live on and WE will be forgotten...

So forgotten...