As It Fades

 When, or if, I finish the "Gloria" to this Mass with which I've been struggling, I'll put it aside and work on something else — maybe. It appears that my once insatiable love of music just seems to fade a little each day. I find it harder and harder to even listen to the music I once loved, knowing that what insignificant contribution I may have evinced has dimmed to near darkness. As the sunset years of my life drift from cupreous to more umbrageous hues the futility of my life as a musician becomes more and more evident. Yet, somehow, somewhere for some inscrutable reason I still try to create, even as the lust gradually pejorates to ennui.