We cannot judge a biography by it’s length,
Nor by the number of pages in it.
We must Judge it by the richness of it’s contents
Sometimes those unfinished are among the most poignant.
We cannot judge a song by it’s duration
Nor by the number of it’s notes
We must judge it by the way it touches and lifts our souls
Sometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful.
And when something has enriched your life
And when it’s melody lingers on in your heart
Is it unfinished? Or is it endless?
Anon
