ELEGY

He prided himself on being a chameleon;
He turned into music when the music played.
He tittered with the titterers
(And dithered with the ditherers)
And when they lagged behind he walked away,
The one who knew, who held the key
To they who could be
So easily,
They scarcely perceived the possibilities
They created with their own lives
And outlived,
What he, at his tragic distance,
Accomplished.
His burning eye
Erased them.