From: beyondfencesmusic@comcast.net Date: 08/08/2010 11:02 AM Subject: The Muses Envy I just found this site. I wrote this poem shrotly after Townes' death. I had seen him fr the first time at the Down Home in Johnson City that summer for the first time. I hope you enjoy it... The Muses Envy The poets’ spirits ceased their soar And headed for the ground. When the radio relayed the fate of their hero they called Townes. The one that spun his verse in ways That muses only dream and twisted their faint whispers as their paleness turned to green. A filter for our souls, his web Was spun yet course and wry. To capture pains from deep within that others let pass by. Then lay heavy on his heart Like knives that gash and cut. And kept his trek just off the path With one wheel in a rut. Will his troubled soul find peace? I guess only time will tell. When there’s A Deeper Blue in Heaven Or some Flying Shoes in Hell. Either way rest assured We’ll miss him being gone. Come he did, when was needed But nothing good stays long.