r.i.p. etta james
“let music sound while he doth make his choice; then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,”
“fading in music: that the comparison may stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream and watery death-bed for him”
“what did thy song bode, lady? hark, canst thou hear me? i will play the swan. and die in music”
“let the priest in surplice white, that defunctive music can, be the death-divining swan, lest the requiem lack his right”
“the silver swan, who, living had no note, when death approached unlocked her silent throat”
peace
