The novel sound

Though we are told to mourn it
We must know that it was a novel sound
As we gather here to mourn the passing of this novel sound
We should take the pains to remember something
There are some of us
Who do not accept the dreams of dragons as their own
No matter how grand those dragons might say they are
Yes there are some, who refuse to drop the candle
Even when pushed into a dark cave and locked there behind a stone
There is, you must recall, the kind of serious study
That will give you confidence to strike you match to the mighty wick
Which will illuminate yet another portion of the darkness
You must be willing to accept that the pain
Is a part of the process of revelation
You must be willing to take the field and stay on the field
The way duke stayed on the road
Out there somewhere, are the kind of people
Who do not accept the premature autopsy of a novel art form
These are the ones who follow in the footsteps of the gifted
And the disciplined who have been hurt but not discouraged
Who have been frightened
But who have not forgotten how to be brave
Who revel in the company of their friends and sweethearts
But who are willing to face the loneliness that is demanded of masters